I am feeling fairly jealous of Nora right now, I have to say.
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I am feeling fairly jealous of Nora right now, I have to say.
Sigh. Me too.
Not that I don't love my life! But, you know.
Nilly, that's beautiful. I don't have home like that. It's not a building for me, no matter who's inside. My childhood house doesn't fit me anymore--it's smaller in perspective, and my parents have made it thoroughly their home.
There isn't a building in Montreal for me, but there are parks and restaurants and stoops that might be new since I was last there, but they're still mine.
LA is home because I'm here, and because my stuff (all my stuff) is here, and it's somewhere I'm glad to get back to, no matter how much I was enjoying where I was visiting.
It warms my heart to think of home being where a person is, but I've never had that.
If someone asks me where I'm from the answer depends on why they're asking. If it's the accent, and I find that Jamaica sometimes placates people, but they really need to hear England, or perhaps Canada. If I'm bitching about the weather, Jamaica is the right answer, but I do have to give perspective with Montreal. If it's about moving, the answer is "I came here from Michigan, but I'm from Jamaica," but at some point I have to explain there were some extra stops along the way.
well, there's only the one TomW, and I got him. Finders keepers!
I hear other people are OK too, but you wouldn't know that by me.
If it's about moving, the answer is "I came here from Michigan, but I'm from Jamaica," but at some point I have to explain there were some extra stops along the way.
I do that, too. Well, with MN and AK.
Not that I don't love my life! But, you know.
Perzactly.
well, there's only the one Tom, and I got him. Finders keepers!
I don't want your Tom. Just a Tom. And not necessarily a "Tom". Just a Tom-like, man-thing that I could call home.
I'm not sure where my home is. I might not have found it yet.
Sometimes people try to guess where I'm from based on my resume, but it's impossible -- there's nothing in MA on there. Which I guess is kind of funny.
it's somewhere I'm glad to get back to, no matter how much I was enjoying where I was visiting.
OK, I love this definition, too.
Nora reminded me: a good friend of min described her husband just like that, as "her home". She knew that this was the man she wanted to marry because upon meeting him, getting to know him and spending time with him, she felt as if she's come home. There wasn't any 'big' love story involved, in more than one way they seemed to not fit each other, and yet. I just love this description.