I've been thinking about home.
A number of years ago, I was traveling through Cambodia, or maybe it was Vietnam, a fellow traveler said to me, "I get confused when you talk about home".
That was back when life was simple.
Just recently I caught myself telling someone that I was going "home" for the weekend. I noticed a bit of a strange look on their face and realized they thought I lived here, and this was home. So I explained that I was going to where my parents lived. My parents were moving but in fact the place they were moving from was not the home where I had lived. (well, I did live there for about 4 or 5 months between other homes)
And this is the point where I get confused too.
What is home?
Where is home?
I have decided that the story isn't finished and I am not home yet.
A number of years ago, I was traveling through Cambodia, or maybe it was Vietnam, a fellow traveler said to me, "I get confused when you talk about home".
That was back when life was simple.
Just recently I caught myself telling someone that I was going "home" for the weekend. I noticed a bit of a strange look on their face and realized they thought I lived here, and this was home. So I explained that I was going to where my parents lived. My parents were moving but in fact the place they were moving from was not the home where I had lived. (well, I did live there for about 4 or 5 months between other homes)
And this is the point where I get confused too.
What is home?
Where is home?
I have decided that the story isn't finished and I am not home yet.
