I remember how in college we used to say "going home" and "going home home". Going home meant going back to the dorm, or the apartment you were living in at the time. But home home was where your parents lived, where you had grown up, where most of us still had a room full of our stuff.
What happens when this room full of stuff ceases to exist, but you've yet to establish a new one?
In the three or four years since we graduated from collge, a couple of my friends have already gone the route of marrying, buying a house, establishing what is THEIRS. I don't doubt that they have any trouble defining the word home.
I, on the other hand, do.
I have "home" where I live... where I keep my stuff, eat, return to after a long day, and sleep. A place I feel safe... and where most of the time, I can walk around naked if I want. Maybe, just maybe, this place feels like home a little more, because this is where I have my cat, and this is where I spend most of my time with GS. Home is after all, where the heart is, right?
What was that 80's song that went something along the lines of "searching, trying to find my place in this world..."???
Yes, the world is large, and without any direct ties keeping me in one place, it is all at my fingertips... I can go, work, live just about anywhere I want to. How, just how, do I figure out, WHERE is the right place?
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Mara, Miss Mara. When will you bless this world with your wit and wisdom in the form of a book?
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