About 5 months ago my mother sold a house that was built by my Grandmother in the 50's. That had been my home for 12 years or so and I'd been going to for as l

About 5 months ago my mother sold a house that was built by my Grandmother in the 50's. That had been my home for 12 years or so and I'd been going to for as long as I'd been alive. I love that house, the garden, the sense of belonging. But it was expensive to run and mum could not afford to keep it (and I am not successful enough to make that go away alas). That place was home in a deep and meaningful sense. Do you know what I realised when I drove home on a weekend to a new house with no history, no lore, no memories? Home is where mum is. Of course I also have a home in London which is rented and changes all the time and that, too, is home. I don't need to own a place for it to be home. I don't have to be there or have been there for years. I just have to go home and feel good about the space which is mine and filled with my people (and my things). I guess I just disagree with the premise that there is a need for what you describe. It's something people are taught they need in some cultures.