You actually begin to miss that over-priced, over-crowded, mediocre pub you and your friends spent every weekend at
You realize perhaps more easily than you would if you saw them all the time, that your parents are not just your parents. They were people with dreams, and hopes and fears, and baggage. And they are getting older with all those things. As are you.
A home is people but a home is also things. Those things speak to people, to memories, to experiences. Those things hold value. Textures conjure feelings. Colors conjure smells.
We often assume this must be a physical place. But I think, for those of us that were forced to grow up much faster than we wanted to, home means something entirely different.
1. You can never escape your work
It’s been a good day, I learned a lot and my head is full of information and I’m trying to process everything. My boss is great, super jumpy and really happy to see everyone.
If the idea of cleaning your entire home in a day freaks you out, divide it up into little five-minute projects.
New York City stirs many feelings and reactions when it comes up in conversation.
Every person I encounter I must love and devour. My destruction reaches the most innocent of bystanders before they can realize and run away. I spread myself to touch everything I can’t, everything I shouldn’t, because I’m absent and empty and I’ve never stood in one place long enough to determine where I am.
“It was soooo good to see you” *makes gagging face*