Friday, June 27, 2008

Home

A couple weeks ago, I was having a bite to eat with a friend who moved to New York just shy of a year ago. I asked him if he ever got home sick and his reply was, "For my parents house? No I moved out when I was 18." I was shocked that for him, home was his parents house rather than a city or people. He told me that maybe I miss a certain time, like college... first off, I did not have the "typical" college experience because I had this thing called responsibility that many college students my age, just don't have to deal with. All in all, our conversation got me thinking about what it is people consider home. For me, I never wish I lived with my parents again, that isn't what I mean when I say that I am homesick. Home for me, is where all the people I love are. Where I feel like I can get around just by knowing the destination. Where it feels safe. I feel pretty safe here in Brooklyn, but its not the same without the people who make up your life around you. Its easy to miss the place you are from when you have incredible bonds and ties there. I guess I'll just have to make more bonds and ties here, make it so when I leave New York that I can't wait to come back. Make this my home.

1 comment:

Candice and Keith said...

You are a copycat. Or is it kopykat? Just kidding. I know how you feel, I'm right there with ya!

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