This is nothing more than the expanding of a passing thought.
I am home now. What is "home" for many people? There are people who live in grand estate mansions and people who live in a cardboard box in some alley. Is one really more of a home than another for the person(s) who live there? If so, how?
I have lived in a single room house without plumbing and used an outhouse and got my water from a well. I have lived in a very nice mutli-story house that was built before the Cival War. I have built my own house, paid to have a house built, and purchased prebuilt homes. All of these were "home" for me. There was a time when I lived in a tent for several months. It was "home".
I currently live in a truck that not only provides me a lving but is also my home. I have a small 22ft travel trailer here in Florida that I call "home" and to whence I go to take a few days out of the truck. But, as I really spend most of my time in the truck, I suppose that's really "home".
Is one type of home inherently better than another? Is the grand estate better than the travel trailer? It's so subjective. One question that comes to mind is "just how much room does a person need?" Does a small family of four or five really need a huge house with 5 more rooms than there are people living there? Maybe, I suppose it depends on the people and how much they like each other.
At one time our ancestors lived in very small homes compared to what many have today and they often had much larger families. Do we feel sorry for those people or were they happy and comfortable there? Are we today truly happy and comfortable in our ever larger homes? Does it make any difference at all?
Does a larger home automatically mean more comfort or a better lifestyle? I don't know. I tend to think not as I am happy in my little travel trailer or in my truck. I have owned very large homes, and none at all. I don't think happiness or comfort has anything to do with it. I can remember when I was hitching around the country being very comfortable in my small tent or under a bridge waiting out a storm. Comfort is very relative.
I admit that I like being comfortable. I like dressing well. When I am on the road I wear clothing appropriate to my work, when hiking I sleep on the ground and wear rugged clothing, but when I'm home I wear much nicer clothing. It's not unusual for me to go out wearing an expensive suit or a more casual suit of clothes from a fine men's store. To me that's comfort. But I still live in a small travel trailer or in a truck. For me at least, comfort isn't about how much space I have. Geez, it's just more to clean.
For me comfort is being able to go where I want, when I want, and being able to buy the things I like and need, not in having a huge house that sucks all of my money out of my wallet preventing me from doing those other things.
What do you think?