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home again home again
Dec. 11th, 2005 09:04 pmI'm home from New York!
And thinking vague thoughts about the word home, while feeling a little spacy from low blood sugar and waiting for my pizza to finish cooking.
Home became a massively loaded word as soon as I moved out of my parents' house, but right away my instinct was, that my dorm room was my home. I missed people I didn't see anymore, but I was never homesick at school. Why should I be? I was home every night.
I'm a little ridiculously easy about throwing the word around at times, though, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iuliamentis can attest, having heard me say, on our last weekend in London, in reference to the youth hostel where we'd stayed the night before and would stay again that night before we flew back to the United States, "Let's just go home."
Hey, it was where my teddy bear and toothbrush were.
Anyway, all that to say that my apartment here, the one I came home to today after a weekend with my girls in New York, the one I've been living in for four months and am about to renew my lease on, is most certainly home. But I don't think I could ever say that Maryland is home. Michigan is home. Ann Arbor is "back home." (The town where I grew up is "where my parents live" or, if I'm feeling generous, "where I'm from.") So maybe my apartment is like consular property--a few hundred square feet of statutory Michigan, plopped down in southeastern Maryland?
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Pizza's done. Time to quit the deep thoughts and go back to watching CSI.
And thinking vague thoughts about the word home, while feeling a little spacy from low blood sugar and waiting for my pizza to finish cooking.
Home became a massively loaded word as soon as I moved out of my parents' house, but right away my instinct was, that my dorm room was my home. I missed people I didn't see anymore, but I was never homesick at school. Why should I be? I was home every night.
I'm a little ridiculously easy about throwing the word around at times, though, as
iuliamentis can attest, having heard me say, on our last weekend in London, in reference to the youth hostel where we'd stayed the night before and would stay again that night before we flew back to the United States, "Let's just go home." Hey, it was where my teddy bear and toothbrush were.
Anyway, all that to say that my apartment here, the one I came home to today after a weekend with my girls in New York, the one I've been living in for four months and am about to renew my lease on, is most certainly home. But I don't think I could ever say that Maryland is home. Michigan is home. Ann Arbor is "back home." (The town where I grew up is "where my parents live" or, if I'm feeling generous, "where I'm from.") So maybe my apartment is like consular property--a few hundred square feet of statutory Michigan, plopped down in southeastern Maryland?
...
Pizza's done. Time to quit the deep thoughts and go back to watching CSI.