Having just moved to a new home in a new country – for the 6th time – I find myself wondering what “Home” really means.

When our children were younger, I would have defined “Home” as being the house where we (all) lived as a Family. But with Jonathan and Alex at University in different countries, that definition doesn’t really cut it anymore.

At various times I’ve used the word “Home” to mean my Homeland (New Zealand), my student accommodation, my shared apartments, the houses we’ve owned, and the houses we’ve rented. I’ve even started to refer to a Chateau we’ve lived in for a week or so as “Home” (somewhat wistfully).

But it’s not Place that turns a house into “Home”. It’s the people in that Place, and their proximity to your heart. So Home is a much more fluid and flexible space than it once seemed to be.

A couple of days ago, my wife defined “Home” as “anywhere your WiFi connects automatically”, and I think there might be something in this definition.

Anywhere I’m feeling secure enough to use the WiFi connection, I’ve pretty much made myself “At Home”!