I’m Getting Closer To My Home

Everybody
Listen to me
And return me, my ship
I’m your captain, I’m your captain
Though I’m feeling mighty sick
I’ve been lost now
Days uncounted
And it’s months since
I’ve seen home
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Or am I all alone?
If you return me
To my home port
I will kiss you
Mother earth
Take me back now, take me back now
To the port, of my birth
Am I in my cabin dreaming
Or are you really scheming
To take my ship away from me
You’d better think about it
I just can’t live without it
So please don’t take my ship from me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can feel the hand of a stranger
And it tightening around my throat
Heaven help me, heaven help me,
Take this stranger, from my boat
I’m your captain, I’m your captain
Though I’m feeling mighty sick
Everybody, listen to me
And return me, my ship
I’m your captain, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m your captain, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m your captain, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m your captain, yeah yeah yeah yeah

I’m getting closer to my home
I’m getting closer to my home
I’m getting closer to my home
I’m getting closer to my home
I’m Your Captain – Grand Funk Railroad

How do you see the fulfillment of your lifelong goals? What image comes to mind when you think happiness? Have you ever thought of your future in that context, or are you blindly following the majority of people and the group think on the subject?

Define home.

Home is where your heart is, home is where you lay your head, etc etc etc. We have all heard the same ideas on what makes a place your home. I just don’t see it that way anymore. I think home is simply a state of mind.

My ship may indeed be just that in the near future, but it’s just a shelter of sorts, a protective vehicle that will shelter me from the harshness of the world. It will carry me from port to port, and help to cure the illness I have felt for too long. That illness has been the feeling of having no real home, no place to call my own. I realize now that I don’t need a physical place, all I need is the willingness to accept who I am and be comfortable with that knowledge.

There is no one place yet on this earth that is my home, just a spot where I was born. Different countries, values, religions and ways of life define some parts of us, but what makes me feel at home is something no outside influence can truly control. Home is where I am most comfortable in much more than a physical sense. Right now it’s sitting in my truck at a truck stop in Connecticut waiting out a heavy storm, but it could just as easily be on my boat anchored in a quiet cove.

My true ship is nothing you can touch, nothing that will sink under me. I do not fear these things being taken away from me for my home is where I want it to be. The only hand around my neck is the one placed there by society as a whole, trying to push me into a way of life not suited to the person that resides within. I am my captain and no one can take my ship from me. Each day I am getting closer to my home.

20 thoughts on “I’m Getting Closer To My Home

  1. Deep thoughts friend. I too have struggled with defining “home”.

    Your questions:

    How do you see the fulfillment of your lifelong goals? What image comes to mind when you think happiness? Have you ever thought of your future in that context, or are you blindly following the majority of people and the group think on the subject?

    Define home.

    I plan to post a blog which points back to your post, and answer these questions there, because I think they’re worth talking about. Thanks for sharing them with us!

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  2. Curious. Home is the place this stupid world quits spinning. Where slavery to the clock & it’s demands & appointments disappear. What to do when home is also your biggest failure due to not learning what was needed beforehand is a question that still stands.

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  3. As you know, the notion of ‘home’ is one that has given me great sadness over a large period of my life because I was forced to be nomadic. There are those that say that when I settle I won’t be settled because this constant moving is what I secretly desire. What I know is that when I settle in an undisturbed place, surrounded by land not people that I will be home but until then, I carry home in my heart.

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  4. I struggle with the concept of home. Where do I belong? I sound Scottish but my family are Irish and Hispanic. Texas is as close to home as I have ever come but who knows? Like a snail we carry our home on our backs – caves, boats and houses provide shelter. Happy New Year, John!

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  5. A past Prime Minister of Australia, humanitarian and statesman the late Malcolm Fraser led a busy life. Moving between the capital Canberra, his family’s grazing property in country Victoria and his city home, his mother’s house in inner Melbourne. His rather effervescent wife Tammy was once asked where she felt home to be and she replied that “Home is where the blender is.” I reckon that pretty well sums things up and I carry a blender under the bed on the caravan so that we have two homes.

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