Where is Your Home?

I never really had a home when I was young. When I was 11, my mother made a derangedly capricious decision, to leave teaching and to go into owning a bar, and thus from 11 to 16, I had five abodes, not homes. It was awful. Then, from 16 to 18, I lived in a tiny little house with crappy walls and endless shouting downstairs. That certainly was not home. My Uni flat felt like a home, but I couldn't call it so. Because of French, Spanish and Irish heritage- and because those countries were the only three of my 'home' countries that I had visited before the age of 16- I constantly referred to those as home.

I guess my home is the road; I always like moving, meeting new people, having no set routine.

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Home? I thought my last house, which I shared with a special someone, was THE home. But it didn't turn out that way. Oh well ...
Now I think that home is any place I SERIOUSLY put down roots: plant a garden, introduce new cats, change things around to suit me ...
My current little home is the first place I've ever owned on my own. Been here almost a year. Yep, it feels like I belong here! Very Happy

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Interesting.....lots of different ideas.

My books getting set up is a biggie for me - and a silver birch. Sadly, the one in the big pot on my balcony died.

I have given up and put a ficus in it.

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I've thought a lot about this question the last few days:

- seems, my home is as well my parent's (mother's) house, where I grew up and the place, where I actually live.

However, when " I go home " - I certainly go here to my place.

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HOME= Bob Dylan or Beck on the radio

HOME= my latest artworks, which are really excellent

HOME= my body, my thoughts, my laughter

HOME= reading my own writings which are not spectacular, but when I read them I'm listning to myself, so I feel like I'm home, know what I mean?

HOME= the beautiful SW desert in which I live

HOME= my black leather jacket

(great question, Diowan!)

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Who likes to see homeboys naked? Confused

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Slappy?

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Quote:

He had plastic bags wrapped round his shoes
He was covered with the evening news
Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands
The bank sign was flashing "5 below
It was freezing rain an spittin' snow
He was curled up behind some garbage cans
I was afraid that he was dead
I gave him a gentle shake
When he opened up his eyes
I said,"Old man are you ok?"

He said, I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree
I was runin' from some honey bees
Drip dryin' in the summer breeze
After jumpin' into Calico creek
I was walkin' down an old dirt road
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
'Cause I was almost home

Then he said, I was comin' round the barn
Bout the time he grabbed my arm
When I heard Momma holler son hurry up
I was close enough for my own nose
To smell fresh cobbler on the stove
When I saw daddy loadin' up the truck
Game poles on the tailgate
Barbers blowin' in the wind
Since July of '55
That's as close as I've been

He said, I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree
I was runin' from some honey bees
Drip dryin' in the summer breeze
After jumpin' into Calico creek
I was walkin' down an old dirt road
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
'Cause I was almost home

I said, old man you're gonna freeze to death
Let me drive you to a mission
He said, Boy if you left me alone
Right now I'd be fishin'

He said, I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree
I was runin' from some honey bees
Drip dryin' in the summer breeze
After jumpin' into Calico creek
I was walkin' down an old dirt road
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
'Cause I was almost home

Man I wish you'd just left me alone
Cause I was almost home (almost home)

Man I wish you'd just left me alone
I wish almost home

I love this song
tho it makes me cry
every time.

(Not out of caritas ... its personal.
Makes me feel something about the home I lost from way back when,
that'll never be retrieved
and about the home that i feel (in some irrational place) that i'd almost reached ..
i was almost ok ...
and then stuff intervened and life swept me away on some sad road and dumped me in some unfamiliar place again.
Some kind of near-existential feeling.
Knowing that to the drifter of the song, the only way left to get back "home" is by letting the snow and ice do their work on him and take him there, just adds to it ...)