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I have a secret envy for those that have lived in the same house through to adulthood. It must be nice to be so secure about what home is. I have been contemplating putting wheels on practically every thing I own. Maybe I'll buy an old Uhaul truck and live in that. I have been carrying the same books around for eleven or twelve years now. I guess in a way "home" for me is everywhere and anywhere these books are next to me.


harumi said…
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harumi said…
I messed up some comment, so here we go again

This is what part of I wrote for my lst home work. It is long, but I just wanted to share with you.

"Lately I often wonder where my home is. I lived in Japan for 18 years and lived in America for 6 years. Every year I go home, but the home I grow up is no longer there. I was already an outsider when I first came home. Now there are buildings that I never saw, there was music that I never heard, and there was no longer my house that I grew up in. Home is a safe place for every person. For some people it is in front of TV or inside of bed. I now have my safe place with my husband, but it is still missing some part of home. Because of leaving my hometown, I’m now able to understand what home really is. "
John Sanchez said…
Thank you Harumi. I remember reading about N.C. Wyeth going back to his home and he gave an incredible description of the light in eastern Pennsylvania it gave me goosebumps when I finally got to visit his studio. I knew exactly what he meant about the idea of home.

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