I just came home from a 20 day trip to San Francisco and although it was incredibly fun, I would be lying if I didn't say that I wasn't thinking of coming back home half of the time. It's hard to think that in two years time I'll most likely be leaving the country for complete semesters at a time; leaving my house, my family, my friends. It's not an easy thought to process. I've been thinking about this for a while now, every passing day is one day less living the life I'm living right now, for better or worse.
All of this has led me to one thought: Home, what does it mean to me? Is it my room? My routine? Is it my little sister's incessant crying every morning? Or the memories shared? Maybe it's the promise of comfiness, that nothing can harm you while you're inside. Ben Franklin would have you think it consists on a place with "... food and fire for the mind as well as the body." While Maya Angelou believes that it's a "... safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” On the other hand, Beth Revis considers home to be a person. I guess they're all right. Regardless, although home is all those things, its still hard to pin down its exact definition: a place, a geographical location, a feeling, a moment, a person. I could go on. I suppose home is wherever, whenever, and whoever you want it to be. It's something conceptual rather than a real thing. Right now, I sit alone, writing this blog post in my room on a Sunday afternoon, listening to Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street", as I wait for the next "Game of Thrones" episode to air. In the room next to mine, my parents watch a movie while my sister plays silently with one of her dolls. In a nutshell, that's my home, not all of it though, as it also includes my beach, the school (definitely the IA classroom), and my friends. So, what comes next? What's waiting for me after I go to college and leave the physical manifestation of what I tend to call home? Although I'm excited about possibility that I might find a new home, I'm also completely terrified; coincidentally, "Baker Street" has a line which encapsulated my doubts "... city desert makes you feel so cold. It's got so many people but it's got no soul." I don't know if I'll be ready to leave once I finish school or whether I'll find what i'm looking for once I get there, I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
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Bon
9/5/2016 07:36:47 pm
Believe it or not, one of the movies that has left a mark the most is The Beach. There's a part in the movie, when Richard aka Leo is heading to the secret island, and he talks himself into leaving a copy of the map with some backpackers he's just met. The decision is counterintuitive but the audience can totally empathize with him. In fact, he only does it because he's scared stiff of leaving what he knows. The fear of the unknown makes us vacillate and trust me it's normal. But in my experience, I've learned to view that uneasiness as temporary and most importantly as a good omen. You mentioned "Baker Street," so I'll throw back another one at you:
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