Home is not a place: belonging, security, freedom, and the meaning of indefinite.

I’ve been thinking a lot about home lately. I’ve just put my apartment on the market and am preparing to say goodbye to the 450-square-foot studio I’ve called home for the past five years. I’m ruthlessly getting rid of most of my stuff over the next two to three months (inspired by The Shed Project) and I’m headed out on a road trip—indefinitely. When I told a friend about the trip this week, she asked me how long “indefinite” was. I said it was more than three months and less than two years. She said that was a good book title. I agreed. (Look for More Than Three Months, Less Than Two Years in a bookstore near you sometime between 2012 and 2015 when this particular new chapter of self-discovery in my life will most likely be drawing to a close).

I’ve always felt like I was blessed with extra in the home department. My mom still lives in the house I grew up in. When I go visit her I often sleep in the same bedroom I slept in when I was a baby and all the way through high school. That house, the lawn, the driveway, the salt marsh behind the house, and the woods surrounding it all contain my childhood. That house in Maine will always be home.

My maternal grandmother still lives on the farm where she raised her kids and where she’s been based since she was nineteen years old (she’s now eighty-four). My uncle lives on the farm where he and my mom grew up, too. (My grandmother lives on the same property in a wood cabin she built for herself when she was in her sixties.) Four generations of Northrups have called Ellicottville, NY their home, and even though I didn’t grow up there, I am one of them.

My mom’s best friend, Brenda, whom she has known since they were toddlers, lives in Sag Harbor, NY, and she jokingly calls her home my “country home” because I spend so much time there. I know where all the dishes go. I know where the spare linens are kept. I know exactly what coffee she likes to drink and where to get more when it runs out. Brenda’s house feels like home.

My paternal grandmother grew up spending summers on the coast of Maine in a seaside town called Kennebunkport, put on the map by the infamous Bush compound. Her mother and grandmother before her had done the same. There is a big blue “cottage” overlooking the ocean there where we used to visit my grandmother all summer. It’s filled with chintz and carved wooden ducks and the same beach towels Grammy wrapped my sister and me up in when we were two and four. It smells the same as it always has. None of the furniture has changed since my dad spent his summers there growing up. Now that my grandmother isn’t alive the house still sits there, and welcomes us when the weather gets warm. When I go there and see the toys I grew up playing with and smell the familiar smells of the ocean mixed with baby powder and moth balls, I feel home.

I’m about to let go of my home and go on the road. I feel the same way about this as when I wake up and suddenly have to get a haircut that day. I become obsessed that my hair must get cut that day and I don’t care who does it but it must get done. It’s an inner knowing that there’s something waiting outside the tiny island of Manhattan to be seen, felt, experienced, and met by me—and that it has to happen now.

I am deeply aware that a central reason that I have the privilege of consciously choosing to be homeless is because of how much “home” I have that has nothing to do with where I sleep or store my stuff. I’m blessed to actually like spending time with both sides of my family. I have an incredible community of friends who span the globe and welcome me with open arms when I find myself in their respective hometowns. I have a network of people I work with who feel like family. I’m so grateful to feel like I belong amongst so many groups of people and in so many places.

As I shared my plans for this new chapter of my life with my friend as we sped through Paris in the back of a taxi, she noted that it will be challenging for me not to have a home. Having been so caught up in the excitement, adventure, and freedom of it all, I had forgotten to consider this. She gently reminded me that I’m a bit of a control freak when it comes to space (my words, not hers.) In my five years in my apartment with a whole bunch of houseguests and a few boyfriends, none of them has ever managed to make my bed the way I like it. My socks and underwear are folded just so and lined up perfectly in their little drawer separators. But obsessive bed making and organizing my sock drawer within an inch of my life—these things do not constitute home. And though I’m scared of, and frequently nauseated by, my impending adventure, I have come to the conclusion that home is not a place. Home is a sense of belonging, of shared experience, of safety, and of love. I can just as easily feel at home on a train from Paris to London (where I’m currently sitting as I write this) as I can in my childhood bedroom.

So in a few months I will say goodbye to my physical home and I will say goodbye to New York City (which, to be honest, has never really felt like home, anyway). Grounded by my deep roots and set free by my lack of significant physical possessions, I’ll drive around and see what is to be seen and feel what is to be felt. And even though I won’t have a physical address for a bit, I’ll be home all the while.

Where do you feel most at home?

How do you make yourself feel at home when you’re not in the actual place where you live?

Who are the people and where are the places that define home for you?

What does home mean to you?

I genuinely would love to know what you think so leave a comment!

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54 Responses to Home is not a place: belonging, security, freedom, and the meaning of indefinite.

  1. Pam says:

    That old cliche “home is where the heart is” – rings true when I read your blog. No matter where you end up, you are always at ‘home’. The 4 walls of a room or a building, only prove to contain ourselves in a sense of false security. Your house could burn down, be lost in a divorce or in a financial crisis. I feel Kate, this advenutre you are embarking on, will bring you closer to the home which lives inside you – the home who ‘is’ you. You are a woman of the world, and there fore the world is your home :) Enjoy your adventure and safe travels home <3

    • Kate says:

      @Pam, Thanks for your kind words Pam. Its so true that all the trappings of “home” that are external are also totally ephemeral. I like a beautiful, nicely decorated, cozy home as much as the next girl but it seems there’s something else I’m seeking.

  2. Dear, Dear Kate
    This is so beautiful – you perfectly articulate the feeling of home in your writing – so inspiring.
    Looking forward to your journey and the book – Love the title!!
    xoxoxoxo

  3. Jennifer says:

    Kate,
    Sending blessings of courage and wisdom along your journey. I too, am on a journey of self discovery. I am currently “homeless” after a breakup with a live in boyfriend. I am heading to Panama for my first trip out of the country and only have a vague idea of when I shall return. I am eager to see what nuggets of inspiration and wisdom you find along your journey. The permanence of “things” is obviously an illusion. Such things like books, beds,and address’s are all such illusions. Parts of me would love a permanent stamp on the world and I think the only way to achieve that is though giving and receiving love.

    Good luck on your adventure.
    Love and Hugs,
    Jen

  4. Donna says:

    Home to me is in the hugs of my children. I have been separated from my children because of a bad divorce and subsequent parental alienation and although I am blessed to be married to the most wonderful man in the world, I do not always feel at home. I was blessed to spend time with my youngest daughter (age 27) in NYC recently. Standing there, embraced by her hug when we parted, was home.

    • Kate says:

      Wow Donna. Reading your comment made me cry. Thanks so much for sharing here. Our blood is indeed home and being close to those who share our blood definitely creates a strong sense of belonging and home.

  5. Erin says:

    Home for me are my closest friends and who know me through and through. It’s especially sweet with friends with whom I’ve shared my life for decades – there’s nothing like it.

    • Kate says:

      I completely agree Erin. I’ve had some friends since we were two or three years old and there is a lot to be said for the value of someone having witnessed your life and you having witnessed theirs. There’s such a great sense of home in being “seen” in that way. Thanks for your comments!

  6. Ah….Home….Great Article. As you know, I uprooted everything in a matter of days to move to San Francisco and be at “home” with my fiance. Excited to “finally” settle into love and romance and a consistent presence of love…I didn’t think twice about leaving my comforts of Manhattan. Meanwhile, My true roots are in North Carolina. (where my big southern family all live) And while I miss NYC terribly, I have a sense that there is more opportunity for a holistic expression or purpose here in SF, with the man I love and LOTS of innovators all around….

    Your article has me thinking. Maybe Home is that moment when I feel my life’s work, or my purpose is being fulfilled. Not just the “work” part, but the “journey” Rachel as wife. Rachel as friend. Rachel as daughter. Now my wheels are turning. Thanks for the inspiration.

    Hope your Homelessness leads you to San Francisco or the Bay area so that we can hang!! xoxo

    • Kate says:

      I love what you have to say here about home possibly being the moment when you feel most fulfilled in whatever role you’re occupying in the moment. Is home not that moment when we fell most essentially ourselves? A major stop over is planned in the Bay Area…no worries. You’ll be seeing lots of me!

  7. That was one of the most heartfelt, honest newsletters I have read in a long time. As an Interior Designer I help people make a house a home daily. The biggest lesson I teach is that Home is an expansion of what is inside of you – bringing that beauty forth into your surroundings and living fully in that beauty daily! You will be bringing what is inside of you out into each new place and then each of those new experiences will be imprinted inside of you-(and later out again in your new four-walled dwelling.)It is a wonderful cycle with your soul being at the center of it all. Safe, adventurous, eye-opening travels Kate!

    • Kate says:

      @laurie raphael, Thanks Laurie! I used to be a professional Feng Shui consultant so I know what you’re saying about your home being an expansion of what’s inside. Creating a space that reflects who you are is such a beautiful practice. Thanks for your kind wishes!

  8. Kate, this one leaves me a bit teary.

    I suppose as someone who never had one home, really anywhere,I feel some bit of sadness about that. There is a part of me that so wants to find a farm, allow my children to run around, and a part of me, who like you, has this adventure inside, calling strongly to her.

    I feel at home in my husbands arms.

    The rest of the questions will be thought about a lot, I’m not usually unable to answer questions, so clearly, this I need to think on.

    I feel so very excited for you.

    • Kate says:

      @Hannah Marcotti, “I feel at home in my husband’s arms.” I’m letting that one sink in Hannah. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts and your sadness on home. But it sounds like you have a pretty strong foundation from that very sure statement about your relationship. Absolutely gorgeous!

  9. Deb Droz says:

    I, too, have always seen the difference between a home and an abode. Home is inside you. Kate, you have some of the strongest roots and sense of home i’ve heard of, and your feeling of being grounded no matter what, comes through loud and clear. I’m sure you will carry on this tradition as and instill this sense of secure roots-no-matter-where with whatever immediate family you create for yourself as you go through life.

    Evan just came home for the first long weekend since leaving for college. He’s really feeling the wonder of being home ‘here’ vs. being home ‘there’ – he loves being home, though parts of him feel like a visitor here, he says, because his room and bathroom are so clean :), but also because he has the ability to make a new home…he and all his new friends at CalPoly call their dorm towers ‘home.’ His confidence and grounding in the ability to make his home where he is are also strong, and through various moves we’ve had during his life so far, we’ve shown him that home is indeed in the heart (even if it’s a one room hotel room that you live in for 3 months while waiting for a house to be built!).

    Thanks for such a great, cozy essay on the topic!

    • Kate says:

      @Deb Droz, I remember those days at the beginning of college when I was creating my own home for the first time but was still very attached to the house I had grown up in. Very fertile times indeed. I love that Evan is enjoying creating his own sense of home…and that you’ve shown him that it’s about a lot more than four walls. Thanks Deb!

  10. Susan Rush says:

    You’ve just described beautifully “home is where the heart is.” You go girl, fly like a bird.

    And, you will still be sustained by an income, right? That perfectly emphasizes why brick and mortar is no longer necessary to bring home the bacon. (Very poor pun intended, ha ha.)

    Good for you and may you never hit roadblocks or bumps. Very profound and eloquently written, too, as only you can.

    • Kate says:

      @Susan Rush, Yes, the foundation for the whole road trip is my sustained income from Team Northrup. It’s freedom with a strong heartbeat of financial stability…the best kind in my opinion. I think most likely I will hit roadblocks and bumps, but I pray that they’re small and gentle. Thanks for chiming in!

  11. Brian says:

    You always have a “home” here in Chicago!

  12. Karen Armstrong says:

    Beautiful description of home, Kate…

    Although my favorite place on earth is Newport, RI, home is wherever I share my days with my Love, my husband Nino.

    If your European travels bring you to Italy between now and Oct. 31st, you have a place to stay in Tuscany! :)

  13. Lori Hepp says:

    I so applaud your sense of courage and wonder as you begin this journey Kate! I have moved from one end of the country to the other several times. The most traumatic (but best thing ever!) was my freshman year of high school moving from New Mexico to Wisconsin. We currently have begun the home detoxification process by getting rid of “stuff”, and now our home is on the market as well. Don’t know where we will be once it sells. That is part of the adventure. When our last home sold, rather quickly, and without a plan once again, our son, who was 9 at the time so confidently affirmed, “It doesn’t matter where we live! We could live in a cardboard box in a field and we would be happy.” His young wisdom rings in my mind often. Home really has nothing to do with a “place”. It is a sensation. It is love. And, from knowing what I know of you and your family, you have much love in your world….in your “home”. Enjoy the trip, Sunshine!

    • Kate says:

      @Lori Hepp, I love what your son said about living in a cardboard box in a field. Obviously he has a very wise and wonderful mother to teach him about what’s important in life. Here’s to your adventure Lori and seeing what’s next!

  14. Mike Watts says:

    Well this article really got me thinking about my situation and where is my HOME! Over the past year, I have lived in three different cities (Concord, NC, Tampa, FL & Tempe, AZ), three different houses, I sold all my stuff twice, packed up my truck with some belonging and drove across the country twice. I sold my house in NC, and I would have to say it was interesting to go through the experience of selling my first house. I grew up in a family where you keep basically everything. So my first house was filled with so much extra STUFF that was completely unnecessary. Moving twice has cut down on the amount of stuff I am taking from place to place. I used to feel attached to everything I owned, now I would say I am attached to my computer, my kindle, pots and pans, and my music collection. My apt. in Phoenix is pretty empty, bed, kitchen table, computer desk, and some pictures on the wall but there isn’t much more. My kitchen as the bare necessities because I changed my eating habits and I found out when you eat mostly fresh food you don’t need much in the kitchen. I actually enjoy the place being empty, it is nice to have space and the people that come over are blown away,”How do you live with no TV?” Pretty crazy that is the first think people ask when they see my house.

    On a side note, my neighbors are college students and have even less. This is funny because the older we get we become attached to so many things. They are trying to get by with the bare necessities to survive and they are with no problem.

    So this brings me to the point about where is home. My parents still live in the house I grew up in beginning in Kindergarden. It has been under construction for 20+ years and it is different every-time I visit my parents. So do I feel at home there, not really I actually feel out of place. I enjoy seeing my parents but the house doesn’t feel like home to me. In college I moved every year to a new place, internships took me all over the states, and before kindergarden I moved five times. Maybe this is the reason I don’t feel at home because I was traveling so much as a child. When people ask me where I live, I say “I currently reside in Phoenix” since in 6 months I have no idea where I will be living.

    The real discovery came to me, as I am currently sitting at the Vdara Hotel in Las Vegas, NV, my Mom is sleeping in the bed in the same room I am typing this because she has a horrible migraine. My Dad and brother are shopping for used furniture for my brothers apt (My brother literally lives in the woods for weeks at a time and tells me his home is the world around him, AWESOME). We haven’t always been the closest family but we were always able to get along and the older I get the closer we are growing together. Better late then never!

    This current experience brings me to my past couple of months, I have been traveling the west coast, and I feel more at home on the road traveling, staying at hotels, meeting new people and, interacting with them. It is weird to say but my current HOME is every place I venture. I don’t even need a hotel, I slept on my buddies blow up mattress last weekend in Denver. It is really about the people I am with that make up my life up. The main things I miss about my apt is my desktop computer (Mac Mini and 2-27in monitors, a little bit better than a laptop) and the ability to cook food.

    Since I sold my house 10 months ago, my views on life, dreams, goals, health, and the big one, MONEY, have changed so drastically. It is amazing what happens when you discover the power of good people in your life. Since I started my business, these discoveries keep on coming and this business what has brought these good people into my life. Trust me two years ago, there is no way I would be writing this right now. One day I might I will have a family and my views might change but this is the real reason I started my business so I will be able to stay at home with my kids (when I do have them).

    So answer the real question, Where do I consider home? Wherever I am laying my head to go to sleep. No matter what is happening in the day, I have to sleep sometime and wherever my body and mind is, I would call that home. In my situation, the most peaceful part of my day is when I wake up and before I go to sleep. So where ever that takes place each night, that is my home.

    Have a great day!

    Mike

    • Kate says:

      @Mike Watts, Mike I love your unusual definition of home. Having stayed in one place and generally in the northeast my whole life I find your love of travel and your recent constant moving inspiring. I also started this business so that someday I can stay home with my kids so I can really relate to that desire for freedom. I’m definitely taking the “home is where I lay down to sleep at night” idea with me on the road and I’m sure it will bring a lot of comfort when I get homesick from time to time. Thanks so much for your thorough reflections on home…I really enjoyed reading them. Looking forward to crossing paths in our travels.

  15. karen quinn says:

    Kate, this was a beautiful post and I can’t wait to read about your ongoing adventures. I recently took a two week trip. One week was in Tucson, at Canyon Ranch, with my mother. We had the most wonderful time together. The next week was in bustling NYC, where I worked, saw friends, spent time with my daughter – all in the city I love most in the world. Still, nothing felt as good as coming back to my home in Miami, where my “stuff” was, my dogs were waiting for me, my view of the ocean. I would find it hard to give up my home base, but I envy you that you have so many alternate homes to envelop you as you wander. Safe and happy travels.

    • Kate says:

      @karen quinn, Thanks Karen! That feeling of home that is connected to those we love and where we spend our time is somewhat irreplaceable, I have to agree with you on that one. This time on the road will be about seeing what else is out there when I don’t have that familiarity of a physical location to belong, but instead finding that sense inside. But guaranteed I’ll reground in a physical location where I can be with my “stuff” and my people eventually. Thanks for your enthusiasm!

  16. Sarah says:

    Kate,

    I loved all your thoughts and insights. So beautifully written. I have moved a lot and had a lot of “homes” and I always try to remember that home is within me and and the best place to be grounded is within myself. I never had any plans of living in New Jersey, and here I am. It is my home for now and I am choosing to love and embrace it.

    I think your road trip is so amazing. It is something I can see myself doing! :) Thanks for being an inspiration and so authentikate!
    xo
    Sarah

    • Kate says:

      @Sarah, I can totally see you doing a trip like this too Sarah. Thanks so much for your enthusiasm…and the reminder that home comes from being grounded within ourselves. So happy you ended up in NJ, at least for now, so that our paths could cross :)

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  18. Maggie says:

    WOW! The hero’s journey by Joseph Campbell is about to begin for you in a big way. I wish you courage and focus on your way. I hope you will rely on your gorgeous smile to light your way. I know you will bring your learning back to the “tribe” to raise their vibration from your experience. It is in your lead that others, like me, have the push of inspiration to follow our natural instincts to raise the “bar” on living life without the weight of attachment, however that may look.

    • Kate says:

      @Maggie, Thanks Maggie. Yes, “living life without the weight of attachment.” That’s certainly the journey I’m on. I guess it’s a delicate balance between attachment and connection. Connection is vitally important to me, but it is distinct from attachment. Thanks for your support and I’ll be sure to share my insights along the way!

  19. Stacie Beyrodt says:

    What an exciting time of life for you. Thank you for sharing such honest, forthright thoughts in your blog for all to see. I am so glad I receive your words from time to time. I am not an entrepreneur but am always in search of new words, new learning, and both you and your mother are generous providers! I wish you exciting and educational experiences!

    Home. That is a powerful word, to me. I grew up in a family that was not real demonstrative. Add divorce at an early age (my early age) and other such transitions, and home becomes something else altogether. Like you, I was lucky to grow up near my mother’s childhood home and in all the subsequent moves generated by her life, thankfully, that home was always there and is actually, to me, HOME. It was the one constant in life. Unfortunately, now with grandpa in a nursing home, that home is not as available as it once was, but the memories of it are. So, in that regard, I agree with the ephemeral nature of home.

    However, the secure feeling of a physical home has always seemed necessary to me, a place of my own where I felt secure, safe. I moved around a lot in college, within the same town. I got homesick and so much so that I got brave, moving “home” to my original state 9 years ago. It was scary to me but very necessary. That always seeking the next place that might feel like home safe home isn’t as much of an impulse anymore. I can tell you that no matter where I travel in this state, it feels like home. I go out of state, west to the state I spent 21 years in, and it doesn’t feel that way. Funny how place has become a part of me. I can’t say I’d be comfortable anywhere in the world, but I can say that about this state–Montana. It’s a special place and a special place to a lot of people who visit, but I am especially biased!

    My mother and stepfather are nearby, but like one of the posters mentioned, it doesn’t feel like home. I think all the moves in their lives may have been comfortable and adventure to them but it wasn’t to me, at the time. Still doesn’t feel like home when I am at their house, but comfortable in the sense that they are there and that they are near. We were raised, taught to be independent and I may have taken it a bit far! My current home is comfortable to me and at present I have a tough time with the concept of letting it go – it is in a special place and I’d like to keep it as one of those places one can leave but return to. Now, the challenge is to figure out how to do that as I start to think about and work on my next step in finishing up some college work at a college 2-1/2 hours from this home! It’ll come, I know it will. I am trusting that since I’ve put my mind to my heart-set goal, the answers will come. I am not a young’un any longer but trust me, your adventure is inspiring! Just think, once I get a bit father down this particular educational path, what opportunities might open up! Thanks for your inspiration!

    • Kate says:

      @Stacie Beyrodt, Thanks for your reflections, Stacie. I completely understand that feeling that a place is a part of you. The way you feel about Montana is the way I feel about Maine (and actually I’ve compared that feeling with friends I have from Montana and it’s almost identical! Must be something about the two states :) I’ve always been very attached to homes and places and I so appreciate your attention to having a place of your own. Home comes in all different forms. Enjoy your educational path!

  20. Wow!!! Big leap. Takes exquisite courage. Come to the NW…I have a guesthouse just waiting for you xo

    • Kate says:

      @barbara stanny, I’ve always dreamed of coming to visit you in Port Townsend, Stanny, so you can count on me taking you up on that offer. Thank you! This is a major letting go of a ledge and I’m completely inspired by your encouragement to to do so. Love to you!

  21. Monick says:

    Dear Kate,

    I am so excited for you! I have a deep love of travel and often feel most “at home” when I am on the road. I’m envious of your impending journey. I wish you much self-discovery, fun adventures, mind-expanding experiences, and helpful people. And I leave you with an Irish blessing:

    “May the road rise to meet you,
    May the wind be always at your back,
    May the sun shine warm upon your face,
    The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
    Until we meet again,
    May God hold you in the palm of His hand.”

    Happy travels!

    Monick xoxo

  22. Palma Cittadella says:

    as someone who has grown up between two very different cultures – and never felt i belonged to any of them – lived in many places and countries and has travelled since the age of 15, home for me is to be in my body in present time, in constant flow, continuously recalibrating myself to my deepest truth as i give myself permission for this truth and my dreams to shift, change and be reframed, while global drifting and expanding my vessel to be able to manifest more and more of who i am.

    wishing you great adventure and insights with a lot of fun

    you are welcome to stay at my house in norway and lake como even if i am not there xxx

    • Kate says:

      @Palma Cittadella, “Home for me is to be in my body in present time.” I LOVE that. I’m taking that one on the road with me, Palma. Thank you for the offers of your homes in Norway and Lake Como! I’ve always wanted to go to Lake Como…ever since I saw the film “A Month by the Lake” with Vanessa Redgrave. I’ll definitely take you up on that offer. Thank you!

  23. Susan Motheral says:

    Oh darling Kate! This sounds like a grand adventure. If you wander down to Texas, please stop by in Fort Worth for a visit. I have a great guestroom! Also, there is a neat book you might like: Tales of a Female Nomad.
    xoxo, Susan

    • Kate says:

      @Susan Motheral, Thank you Susan! Texas is on my itinerary for sure and I’ve always wanted to visit the Forth Worth art museum. I’ll check out that book and will look you up when I’m in town!

  24. Susan Tate says:

    I discovered that home is the “space in between” the structures I have lived in through various times in my life. Years ago when we cleared my family home of all it’s belongings after my mom had died and my dad was slipping away with Alzheimer’s — I found myself sobbing in the living room at 2 am before the moving began. Suddenly a quiet and serene peace came to me, as i realized it wasn’t the house, it wasn’t the furniture or photos or dishes or my bedroom furniture–it was the space in between where I had learned to love. That goes with me everywhere. Kate, that tremendous love you have in your family will surround your heart on this next part of your journey. I see you as “home-full” rather than “homeless.” Joy to you as you follow your heart.

    • Kate says:

      @Susan Tate, This is so unbelievably gorgeous Susan. As I read your comment I got teary. The way you’ve articulated home as the space in between where you learned to love is so beautiful I’m pretty much speechless. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Your ever home-full friend, Kate

  25. Dearest Kate, As usual, your writing inspires me in such a deep, profound way that I am moved to reflect on my life & the questions you ask….right now, home for me is a journey in “coming home to myself.” Shedding all that is no longer working for me, letting go of relationships & situations that I have outgrown or have outgrown me. I have worn them long enough & they need to be discarded but the sifting through & releasing is an interesting challenge. And as challenging as this may be, on the deepest level I know this process is creating an opening for the new to appear. I have the same feeling in my body as I read how you are courageously & willingly releasing your apt., your clothes, “things” that will not be accompanying you on this new journey of yours. When you told me of your latest adventure, I thought “Of course Kate would take this on…not only hearing this “calling” but taking action upon it.” You are such an inspiration to me & I bow to your unlimited sense of adventure! Safe travels, Melanie

    • Kate says:

      @Melanie Ericksen, Thank you Melanie! I love that your journey is about coming home to yourself right now…especially how much your personal and career life are expanding! What an incredible contrast and testament to the fact that it’s always an inside job at the end of the day. Thanks for your unending love and support!

  26. Alma McKinley says:

    Wow Kate, I had almost forgotten how inspiring and touching your writing is, not anymore. I love your book title and am thrilled for your upcoming adventure and to follow it on the web. Much love, SG Alma

  27. Jennifer Cline says:

    I love reading your blog Kate, and am a huge fan of your Mom. I recently moved my two kids and myself from Charlotte to Atlanta to follow a teaching dream. Our neighbors threw a good bye block party with a band and I gave a toast. The bottom line was: home was looking in the mirror and wherever I happened to put my feet on the floor that morning. Good luck and keep writing!

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  29. Stella says:

    Reading the comments reminded me of something. When I started really getting to know and connecting with my husband (we were co-workers first, then friends, before lovers and eventual marriage) – I felt like I had come home. I felt safe finally.

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