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Saturday, September 12, 2009

On Being At Home

There are so many clichés about "home" that it's kind of sickening. But it's worth noting that clichés are clichés for a reason; things get repeated over and over precisely because people find them to be true.

So it should be no surprise that returning home after yet another lengthy sojourn in Vegas resulted in a sort of deep spiritual sigh, a grand releasing of tension that I was barely aware of being under in the first place. Coming back to my place, stale air and roving dustbunnies 'n' all, was almost indescribably pleasant. Looking around at my stuff (of which there is no doubt too much), the things that have followed me from place to place or the ones I've acquired in my long residence in this particular abode, things that continue to bring me pleasure daily and that express my sense of who I am or remind me of people and places I love, the familiar light and (non)view out my windows, the smell in the hallway, even the hidden clutter in the closet ~ all these familiar delights and annoyances gave me the sensation of being the one last piece snapped into place in a large, complicated, beautiful, and satisfying puzzle. Yes, I thought, this one goes exactly here. Aaaaaah.

Now, of course, I have to find out if my car will still start after sitting unused all this time. (On the upside, at least I know it won't have acquired $500 worth of unpaid tickets.)

And I have to figure out what the puzzle picture actually shows.


Blogger Cranky said...

Cardgrrl - I love to travel and have done lots for business and pleasure over the last 25 years. But, while I love it, I love even more the feelings and sensations you describe upon returning home.

9/13/09 10:19 AM  
Anonymous Mr P said...

That sense of comfort is what home is to me. That we can be ourselves and can lock out everything/one else.

9/15/09 1:33 PM  

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