
I lost my home a long time ago. There have been too many different places in my life, all important to me, to call one of them home. I no longer have family in the places I loved the most (and my family lives in a place I've never lived). So I've stopped looking for home in a single place...and surprisingly enough I find it all the time.
Home for me is a fragmented concept--and it exists in many places all at the same time. Home is in the moments when I look around at my surroundings--the place I'm in, the people I'm with--and realize I wouldn't change anything, even if I could.
To me home isn't static. I change. It changes. Sometimes it only lasts a moment. Sometimes it stays put--and I know exactly where to find it. Sometimes I can't find it even when I'm trying. It often turns up when I least expect it.
Home is safety, and security, and comfort and freedom. I suspect that if we could stop being afraid we would be at home all the time.
So, my postcard is fragmented, a collage of many different places and many different times. The sun rises and sets everywhere--everywhere can be home. In Orlando, in LA, in New York. In places I've never been.
2 comments:
alix- this collage is beautiful. i think it's absolutely hilarious that i've only seen a sliver of it as of yet. it's wonderful and true and evocative. nice job.
Hi Alix...u've said it so perfectly...at once profound, moving and yet strangely consoling. Thanks for your beautiful words!
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