Monday, August 18, 2008

There is something about 7 am on a foggy morning that makes me homesick. I think it's that, as a child, we always took the first flight out. Or maybe it's the quiet stillness of a house just waking up that gets me. Either way, it's an odd feeling to be standing in the middle of your very own living room and want to go home. Especially when you don't have any other home. 

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I feel you on that...

Anonymous said...

I just watched you on afterellen (This is out)
It was hilarious...
"Thanks for showing me your boobs..."
"Thanks for showing me your vag.."
Classic!

Anonymous said...

Awwww lil one! Just crawl back into bed and go to sleep... It will be ok.

chivis said...

where is it that you want to go?... where or how would you feel like at HOME? those are questions that i frequently ask to myself. sometimes it is just really hard to know if you are in the right place or doing the things that you love, but the truth is that THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME!!! sometimes in the stillness and in the silence we are asked about our deepest feelings, and sometimes we try to avoid that, but when we make an effort to confront them we are one step forward towards HOME!!!

The Amatuer Writer said...

How does one really define "home" is vastly subjective..It obviously depends on each individual's past experiance, present feeling or future objective..Okay, this totally sounds cliche but with God's Grace, I sincerely hope every one will eventually find their respective "home"..Sadly I for one, am still relentlessly 'searching' for mine..

As always; stay well, strong and cool dear Clem.

xoxo ;)

sole searcher said...

What do you miss now that you had then? If home is 'something we carry inside of us' (erg), then perhaps you're missing, and should be looking for, something in yourself.

Or maybe it is just the fog :)

anobscureobject said...

"My home is my head
That's the best place I know."

Just another lesbian said...

Ah, thank you for this. Any time I ever find myself stressed out, hurt, or upset, I always find myself thinking "I just want to go home." Truth is... I have no idea what that means! Maybe that's the meaning of life. To spend it searching for that which is "home."