I never thought I'd have to actually come home to feel homesick.
But now that I'm home-- my real mom and dad and sister and cats home-- I feel pretty far from home.
That's not to say that my dorm is my home. Even though my little slice of Johnson Hall is very comforting, it's not my home, at least not really.
So I've been forced to ask myself:
Where is my home?
When am I home?
What is my home?
The answers to these questions constantly vary. So I realize it's not the where/when/what that matters. Those things hardly ever matter.
So I've come to a conclusion. My home is in different parts of several people.
My home is never in one place at once.
For example, at this moment, my home is at Johnson Hall, and with my mom and sister and North Carolina and with my best friend Tim in California and with my other best friends at their homes across Virginia or back in Richmond, and with my dad downstairs, and my kitten on my lap. And a lot of other places too.
There are pros and cons to this, my ubiquitous home. The main being that I feel at home often, but I'm also frequently homesick.
The give and take makes sense though. To me at least-- the push and pull makes me feel at home, ironic as that may be.
This was such a sweet post. Marlee, I could not agree more! My home is with the people I love, wherever that may be. I know so many people get attached to a house because of all of the memories of growing up, but I seem to be the way that you are. So many people come into my life and some of them I grow to love very much. Without them, I don't really feel "home." I have homes in Russia, NC, VA, and other places that my friends have dispersed to. :)
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