A fluid concept. Home.
I have found that a home is hard to come by this past year and a half. At the same time I have found home in the strangest of places.
It is an obvious truth that home is much more than simply the place that you live. But it is a truth that I have not really understood until recently.
I have been living in my new flat for about a week and a half now. And I do love it, for many reasons. It is beginning to feel like home. By which I mean that I am beginning to feel less like I am visiting an as yet unknown friend, and more like I can legitimately play host to friends who come visit me.
On a side note, I am slightly disappointed that I used the word 'love' in the second sentence of the last paragraph. In the English language it is a word that is abused, and it's meaning confused. What I'm mmost disappointed with, thought, is the fact that I had trouble finding an alternative word, and instead felt that writing a whole paragraph about it would be an adequate second to changing the word.
I've been on my own for a majority of the time. I don't think it has been very good for me. I begin to focus on myself too much. I can easily become a recluse, not a good thing. Community is good for me...even though I may not always be good for community!
Anyway. I have no internet, so I have not written much in a while, and may well not for a while again.
Read Blue Like Jazz. I didn't really like it. But then it got better, and I recommend it.
