I envy all of you who have a "place". I don't have a place. I have nowhere that I feel so intimately attached to that leaving would manifest itself as physical ailment. No place that feels like "home", no city to call my own.
For a lot of you, it's California, or Chicago, or New York.
I've now spent time in: California, New York, New Jersey, Atlanta, Chicago, Taiwan, Malaysia, Beijing, Hong Kong, and London.
None of them are mine. Yet. I'm not sure I can ever put down roots in just one place, and be content, like the hordes of people that never even venture beyond the borders of their hometown.
Or maybe, home really is where the heart is. So where is mine?
Monday, July 31, 2006
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when you find it, you'll know
Since 1997, I was homeless. Now, I have a home, and for me, it's not a physical place. It's a person. No matter where I live, as long as that person is there, I'm home.
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