22.04.2009
Somewhere, between the words and the images, it struck me. I am wandering, traveling, and looking.
But for what?
For home. Wherever my home is. I will know when I see it. I want to have the words for it and the ability to capture it in image. Until then, I will keep practicing.
Where is your home? What makes it home to you?
after living in many places (though not nearly as many as some people) i really think i’ve found my home. in minneapolis, with my boy. i think people can make a place home. a sense of peace. comfort. ease. beauty. a place where i finally feel like i really am myself- which is someone who i hadn’t even fully known until i moved here. i’ve never felt more myself than i have since i moved here. that’s what makes home. when you finally feel like you ARE yourself.
i hope you find it at exactly the right moment.
dude. a) this is gorgeous.
b) i will have to send you a long email about this. you and my dad are such kindred spirits.
(he is a more dramatic or should I say melodramatic about it. he often moans “i want to go home.” while sitting on his couch in his house reading.)
c) I don’t have it myself. but I don’t know that my journey is about “home” the way yours is. just a different focus.
i know how that goes. i’m still looking for mine, too.
I have a place that I still think of as home. I know I do because it feels right whenever I go back for a visit. It’s a place where life is more simple, and more beautiful. I can feel the sand between my toes, hear the birds in the trees and smell the fresh salty air.
But I also believe what Julia said. Home will be wherever you feel like you are finally YOU. For me, home may not end up being where I think it is. I may not have seen the place itself yet, but I’ll know it when I finally feel the most like the self I want to be.
xox
YES, you will know when you arrive at that intermediate destination… why? like weather forecasts and short trips, you get to the way-stations but never arrive, until that one fateful day. love your photography – you’re doing quite well!
Home is a shifting concept for me. 1 part wherever the fucking film fridge is, 1.5 part wherever the Mrs StJtC is, 0.5 parts somewhere I’m not.
This just made me cry a little! Damn you, twiniverse.
Girl, I know the feeling. So much so that whenever I talk about going back to the States (in just over a week!), I never say I’m going home, I say I’m going back.
Home is with my boy, though, as corny as that sounds. We lived together in the bay area last year, and it finally felt right.
I will know it when I find it.
I am very good at nesting. I make every place I go into a home. Even hotel rooms. They all leave a little slice in me and populate the back of my mind…and every future home.