Home is a feeling and idea, and I believe that being in one place for a long time doesn't constitute "home". Like being around someone can make you feel home even if you're in a strange place. It's that safe, warm, lovey feeling. It makes me think of the movie Garden State - the main character says something that rings so true. "You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place."
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This is true- what you speak of in the beginning. It's just that I feel so torn between so many. Rather than lacking one- I feel connected to a few- and they are all so far apart. But agreed. How did you like that movie btw?
As for the second thought. YOu are probably right. I tend to rationalize before I commit- than go crazy- and rationalize *after* in this case so that I can better understand what "went wrong" or "didn't go". However once "in" it- I would definitely agree with your statement on it being pretty crazy etc. etc. :)
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As for the second thought. YOu are probably right. I tend to rationalize before I commit- than go crazy- and rationalize *after* in this case so that I can better understand what "went wrong" or "didn't go". However once "in" it- I would definitely agree with your statement on it being pretty crazy etc. etc. :)
Have fun in Cali and Hawaii!
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