Going home (?)
As I'm telling everyone lately, I'm going home after graduation. At least temporarily. I add the last part because I realize that home is not "home" as I've known it, and that I don't quite fit there anymore. I'm not supposed to. That's fine, I accept that fact that my family's changing and so is my role in it. But now what? I have an idea of what I want home to be, but how do I build it, and will I be able to? And what about this [horrible] transition period when I've outgrown my parents' home and don't have space to build my own?
In the spirit of such confusion (and my DRW project), I offer this gem from "Garden State." I feel this.
Andrew Largeman:You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.
Sam: I still feel at home in my house.
Andrew: You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
In the spirit of such confusion (and my DRW project), I offer this gem from "Garden State." I feel this.
Andrew Largeman:You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.
Sam: I still feel at home in my house.
Andrew: You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
2 Comments:
... somewhere in everyone's head something points towards home...
...home is where we start from...
I hear you. I'm going home too. :-)
--Carolyn <:3 )----
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