For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for May 08, 2021

Elizabeth, you have no idea what your mother and uncle were talking about.

There is your home with family, your children and spouse/partner and then there is the childhood home with your parents and siblings. Not everyone has a childhood home. Some of us move around a lot but probably have a certain house or place that felt like home the most. Some of us have parents who went through several divorces and had several step-siblings and half-siblings and step-parents. Some of us probably had a favorite step-parents or step/half-siblings who felt like home. Sometimes home is not a physical building but a person.

Why in the world do they have time to wait until summer? Their mother said they were getting calls for their house right now and the house was on the market for two weeks. If someone offers and they take, then they might be out of the house before the end of the month.

Where I lived as a young child is now under a massive Los Vegas hotel.

Nicely drawn house in the first panel.

Elizabeth you are old enough to know that your home is not your parents home

I assume they are thinking the house won’t sell for a while. I suspect the need for “sharing” is going to come up a lot quicker than summer. Still, no matter when it comes up, we are never ready for it.

There’s a saying in Hebrew: “L’dor v’dor” From generation to generation.

I think we are all missing the point of this cartoon! I think it is that we all have a different Idea of what (and where) home is. To the older ones, it is where they grew up; but Liz thinks it is where she is living now. (BOTH ARE RIGHT)

Home is where the heart is, and the heart most frequently resides with the first people you love, your parents and siblings and in the home you shared with them. you have many homes in life and each has a different meaning and includes different people as your life and the people in it change over time.

SPOILER ALERT….

Elizabeth’s reaction is similar to the reaction April is going to have when John and Elly decide to sell their house.

4-13-2007

Home is where ever I am with DH.

For those of us whose parents lived a peregrine lifestyle (my wife and I are both like that) home is where we are living now. My birth certificate gives our residence as the Colma motel near Fresno. I don’t feel drawn to going “back” there, if it still exists.

Hoo boy, are they ALL in for a reality check……

As I been stating this week on the strip, close to home, only difference we had to sell my parent’s stuff, dad was little easier as mom was not a pack rat and he passed in 1999 before Mother’s Day then and that was rough, also had sever storms go through then. So many memories. With mom we had what was her stuff after she passed. I also considered my parent’s home, until changes was done, and had to remove a 3 trees.

Home is where the heart is.

Liz, home is where the garbage is.

I’ve lived in my current home 26 years. I lived in my childhood home less than 19 years and I only have memories of about 15 of those years. So I think of my current home as my Home.

Home is where you put down your roots. It changes every time you “transplant”.

This is me and my husband right now. His last parent died a couple years back. My father died the year before and my mother is starting to lose her memory. We are struggling with losing our family homes (his went a few months back and mine will soon), but my kids are really focused on us never destroying our current house- I guess they have the same feelings.

This hits hard. Having no siblings I had to do this when my mom moved out of the house I grew up in. She couldn’t take care of it anymore after my dad had died several years earlier. I am currently paying $80/month for a storage unit to keep a lot of things my dad had made that I can’t part with. I know it’s irrational, but the sentimental value is priceless in my eyes.

George Carlin says our home is wherever our stuff is. Besides, you know that house is going to sell quickly and they’re going to have to scramble to get everything out of there. I will say this— from personal experience, if there’s anything you might consider owning, take it now. Can’t get it back after it’s gone. And take pictures as well. Sometimes just a quality photo can help with stuff after it’s history.

Always nice to have a place to go back to.

“Home is where the heart is.” “You can never go home again.”

A house is not home – where ever the family is, is home…

Envy those of you who feel that you have a true home. I’ve lived in my house for thirty years, but it doesn’t feel like “home”, it’s just a roof over my head. Never meant to be here that long. My childhood house still stands, occupied by former neighbors, but the town is a shadow of itself, destroyed by multiple floods and the shutdown of the coal mines. It never felt like “home” either, mostly due to mom’s firm conviction that everything in it, including our clothes, was hers, with the implication that it could be taken away at any time. Dad never contradicted her. Maybe someday, I’ll get to experience what “home” really feels like.

A home is a place where you go to from work raise a family. And join a family adventure together. Home comes in large and small size.

Home will always be when you are there, you don’t want to leave, or the place when you aren’t there you always want to get back to.

The sibling discussions on the home is amusing! We all undergo similar sentiments when it comes to childhood days.