when does a place become home?

Jun 06, 2005 13:16

Maybe a variation of Where is home? And how do you know ( Read more... )

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carebear37 June 6 2005, 22:22:26 UTC
Can I say that you take it with you or is that dodging the question? I mean I took my books out and felt like I was at home. I've never been one of those I've lived here forever kids, although I was thinking about this today and I still consider this an interlude before I go back to VA. Funny, huh?

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zymphoni June 7 2005, 13:26:15 UTC
Did I tell you I saw Ericka and told her to tell Tamara you wanted your job back in two years?

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xinahu04 June 7 2005, 03:05:17 UTC
Funny how when I lived in VA, TX was home, now in Seattle, I call TX home, correct myself then call Seattle home, and make sure to mention VA. But I think it was that moment where I pulled up and saw the people and the air and the mountians and breathed for the first time, found favorite city spots no one else knew about, that I discovered home. And home has been in every city. Some part of me will always consider Crowley, TX, where I never visit and rarely think of, as my home town. Other days I consider the mountian views in VA as the heart of me. The point it (I try to find a point), is that for those of us who have made friends in differnt locations in the country or world are lucky enough to have several homes. Really, home is that safety when you call a friend or family member and say, I have a date in 20 minutes and I am fat and ugly and need to go far away, and the person on the other end of the line reminds you that you are beautiful and loved. Home is somewhere in that distance.

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zymphoni June 7 2005, 18:26:34 UTC
hugs.

I wish I had something more amazing to say to your something amazing.

I'm having a growing pain day. But I really want to talk to you in the near future.

loves

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star_faerie_913 June 8 2005, 19:19:51 UTC
I don't think you ever really know where home is. I think it's something you just feel and more often than not people become your home. That's how I felt when you and Bethany were here and my heart ached that Sunday morning when we were on the plane to Charlotte because I knew you guys were finally back here and I was the one leaving. Irony.

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