Home

I had an interesting experience today. This evening, as I was leaving the house at which I grew up to come back to the house in town that I've been living in for the past three years, I got the urge to update my facebook status to "Home, sweet home"--suggesting the relief I'm feeling now that the wedding is over. This thought startled me. What did it mean?

I thought about it during the drive into town, and this is what I sorted out:

• One of the characteristics of "Home" for me is familiarity
• That familiarity is a comfort
• Another characteristic is belonging

At the house where I grew up, I am becoming less and less familiar. This decreased familiarity also decreases the comfort that goes with it. And I feel less and less of a sense of belonging there. Which hurts. Which decreases even more the desire to be there.

Soo... I'm not saying the feeling of belonging right here is stronger than the feeling at my dad's house has been, but I am saying that right now, the feeling of belonging here is stronger than at my dad's house right now. And this is strange. I guess it's how it's supposed to go, but strange it is, anyway.