A friend of mine moved to Indianapolis, Indiana from New York because in his words, “Indianapolis feels like home.” As someone that’s always hated living in Indianapolis, I couldn’t understand how someone would WANT to move there. There are people I miss in Indianapolis, but I don’t miss the place itself. A year ago I moved to Wisconsin to be near my best friend. I now know what Danni was talking about. I’ve never felt this at home.
Home is where a light is left on until you get home.
Home is morning tea with your best friend.
Home is not locational, it is emotional.
Home is the place where you are loved.
For now, Middleton, Wisconsin is my home and I’m grateful.
A few years ago, I was watching the movie Rent and a line from the movie hit me hard:
“I can’t believe he’s gone I can’t believe you’re going I can’t believe this family must die Angel helped us believe in love I can’t believe you disagree I can’t believe this is …Goodbye”
In all the places I’ve ever lived, and of all the places and times, I’ve never felt like I’ve had the kind of family that is portrayed in Rent. It’s not a family of genetics, but a chosen family. A family of friends, that makes your life better, stronger, fuller and ok, in my world…more perverted. :p Right now they’re talking about the origins of the word asshat (see also asshelmet) while watching the Rent extra DVD.
I really need to find a job soon. I don’t want to move away from this. It feels like home.