October 9, 1998

Something Important

I'm going home in five days. It's weird to say that, since five days after I return home, I'll be ready to go home again. Since when did start having two homes? Where is that thin dividing line between the two?

And at some point it's going to change. Old friends from the old home are leading different lives as am I; we're drifting apart. When I spend time in the old home with my family, I feel often like a stranger. My dogs, however, are always there for me, friends to the end.

I just don't know where my home is. I can't seem to make the break. Maybe it's because I don't have the reason quite yet. Maybe the break will come when I find someone to build a life with, together, on our own.

I think I'll have two homes for a while.

Comments:

• i know the feeling
  -- Jeff
  
  

• I don't always feel like I have a defined home either. But for me, I keep my stuff in the box where I sleep and so homework. That becomes my home. My thin line is coming across the major line. I don't seem to fit in anywhere. I have been having trouble with this problem this week. I can't manage to be recognized as important in either the English or Anthro dept. I feel like I can't turn off the cloaking device. Ever feel like that?
  -- Carla