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Home- I've been thinking about that word all day.  Sarah and I were alone at work today and the topics always turn spritual between the two of us.  I don't ever feel "at home", I don't liek moving but I feel compelled to.  Like just over the next hill will be "home" the place where I will spend the rest of my life.  I wonder if there is such a place or if I'm just to much of a 'Tinker' to ever feel a place to be mine.  I feel the earth under my feet and I feel the power in places, I feel like I've been granted time in places, as if the woods and marshes know me and love me but I am not of them somehow. 

I feel liek someday I will go somewhere and never come back.  I'm going to find home in the place I least expect it- or maybe I won't, maybe there is no Home.  Maybe I just think other people feel some conection to where they live.  Maybe no one feels like they are someplace they will stay forever.  Maybe it is human natrue to want to know what's ove rthe next hill.  I think it is normal that we all think that we are abnormal, so I wouldn't be suprized if many people do wish they could leave a place every year or so...

It's a rare thing for me to long for Home.  I don't know what did it for me today... sometimes one wants things one can't have...


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Jan. 22nd, 2005 05:50 am (UTC)
Maybe home is an idea rather than a place...perhaps it's spending your life with that special someone...
In any case honey, I hope you find it someday...

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