When we ultimately leave home, is it some kind of victory? Knowing that, you won't spend the rest of your life in the same place as everyone else because you feel there's a better life out there for you. Or is it simply just time to leave? Knowing that, you'll eventually come back because this is where everything is.
More the former than the latter for me, I think. Well, not the "everyone else" part, because I really don't care what everyone else is doing. But I always thought of moving out as my opportunity to build a life better suited to my own personality and drives... that, and to get to know more of this crazy world I live in.
As for the second option... I wouldn't go so far as to say that home is where everything is. But it does tend to have a larger chunk of everything than anywhere else.
I felt like I had to leave home in order to spread my wings. I still don't feel ready to go home, though I would love to move back to Washington one day.
When I moved to Arizona, someone expressed sorrow that I had lost my home. Quite the contrary. I now have a home in Jersey, a home in Arizona, two in Texas, one in China...
I think she might have been right in some sense. I have left behind so much. But some things stay with you, like the smell of chuanr and the feeling of gritty, wet sand cold on your feet. Roiling winds smashing you in the face and the sun beating down on you from red mountains. Hell yeah, man. Hell yeah. Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
More the former than the latter for me, I think. Well, not the "everyone else" part, because I really don't care what everyone else is doing. But I always thought of moving out as my opportunity to build a life better suited to my own personality and drives... that, and to get to know more of this crazy world I live in.
As for the second option... I wouldn't go so far as to say that home is where everything is. But it does tend to have a larger chunk of everything than anywhere else.
I felt like I had to leave home in order to spread my wings. I still don't feel ready to go home, though I would love to move back to Washington one day.
When I moved to Arizona, someone expressed sorrow that I had lost my home. Quite the contrary. I now have a home in Jersey, a home in Arizona, two in Texas, one in China...
I think she might have been right in some sense. I have left behind so much. But some things stay with you, like the smell of chuanr and the feeling of gritty, wet sand cold on your feet. Roiling winds smashing you in the face and the sun beating down on you from red mountains. Hell yeah, man. Hell yeah. Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.