Home …..the place, the thing. Everybody is trying to get back there, it’s where the heart is, a page on the internet, there for the holidays, and where you belong. Yet I seem to be from the other ilk, homeless. Not in the traditional sense though. I have a house, I have a place to live and work(shoot me now), a town, a city, a state. I am not a man without a country or a nomad. I even have a cat, that seems to own my “home”, though I pay the mortgage. But in a small way, I am missing the quintessential meaning, the Wikipedia defination of “HOME”, that place where you belong. Yet, for me, belonging seems so much of an ownership concept. “I belong there”, as if possessed by a material object, or purchased like on. Acquired and dominated by a place, until it is the definition of you. So is it that my Home Page is a variable and that I don’t subscribe to the “belonging” to anything concept, which has set me where I am today? Maybe it is the pure skepticism against that any one thing can be totally right. That to pick and choose between the best of all worlds is the way to go. Yea, no wonder I can’t stand the News in this polarized, intolerant, my side is the only right world. Yet still I try. I have become “member” of blogs. Though I guess that is not good enough. I need to be a “Team Member” to leave a comment? What the hell is that? And I just really liked the photo, that’s all. But anyways, belonging to a home just makes me sick…..yea, pun intended….
