The Breath I Breathe
I stepped out of the JFK airport and was overcome with everything, everything I saw in front of me and everything I've seen in the past 6 months swirling in my head. I don't really know how to explain it or if it would even make sense but I feel like I've been running since February .... almost everything in my life was temporary, floating aimlessly until the next temporary event. For this reason (as well as seeing family and friends again) am I happy to be home.
A conversation with a friend about home got me thinking. What is home? Where is home? Such simple questions, anyone would say duh ... it's where you grew up ... for me its Birmingham, Alabama or Evansville, Indiana (poor soul....jk) ... or Whitehall, PA ..... whereever. But the point I'm getting at is that my trip to San Francisco and stopping in NY to see my sis made me realize that "home" can be so much more. Home can be a familiar face you haven't seen in months ... a familiar laugh you haven't heard in a while ... a feeling you get when you're talking to someone or just sitting on the same couch with them. It feels good to be home.
At the same time, I haven't been by myself since February. I'm spending a few days in NY right now w/ my sis but when she's at work, it's just me ... in the Big Apple. As much as I love the city, I've never felt so small in it.
I may not have done the best job of keeping this blog up and running, and I don't really know where it goes from here ... or who will continue to read it, but I'm going to keep it ... if not for the original purpose (to stay in touch with friends) then just someplace where I can talk ... bc we all know Nadine is good at one-sided convos :oP
Anyway, I should be back in PA by the weekend!
A conversation with a friend about home got me thinking. What is home? Where is home? Such simple questions, anyone would say duh ... it's where you grew up ... for me its Birmingham, Alabama or Evansville, Indiana (poor soul....jk) ... or Whitehall, PA ..... whereever. But the point I'm getting at is that my trip to San Francisco and stopping in NY to see my sis made me realize that "home" can be so much more. Home can be a familiar face you haven't seen in months ... a familiar laugh you haven't heard in a while ... a feeling you get when you're talking to someone or just sitting on the same couch with them. It feels good to be home.
At the same time, I haven't been by myself since February. I'm spending a few days in NY right now w/ my sis but when she's at work, it's just me ... in the Big Apple. As much as I love the city, I've never felt so small in it.
I may not have done the best job of keeping this blog up and running, and I don't really know where it goes from here ... or who will continue to read it, but I'm going to keep it ... if not for the original purpose (to stay in touch with friends) then just someplace where I can talk ... bc we all know Nadine is good at one-sided convos :oP
Anyway, I should be back in PA by the weekend!
posted by Naddy at 12:24 PM
2 Comments:
I agree - it feels good to be "home". I'm glad SF could be like home for you - it's cool like that!
Listen Nade, it's obvious that home is where Man is. Nads and Man, we go together like ramalama kadingadingdeedong. Together forever like shoobop shoowada wada...we'll always be like one...ya ya ya ya!!!!!!!!
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