People Who Buy Telescopes: What is Mine {And His and Hers and Yours}
Home is one of those words-one of the words that represents something intangible. We’ve tried to pair the word with a building: home is where we go after a long day out in the big, bad world. False. Home is not a building-the building is a house. It’s also commonly misperceived that home is…
Brilliant. It reminds me of when I was in stage production and on our last day of one of our shows, Canaletti (our director) said “welcome home.” I felt so at home there and yet I feel so at home here, in the family I have found myself in almost unexpectedly. Even still, my heart longs for the home that is deeper within my memory, the home where people I love and who love me wait. Maybe it is selfish to think they wait because I know their lives continue on without me, but in my mind, those that anticipate my return with joy in their hearts at least wait for the time when we are reunited. They do not sit like an obedient dog at the foot of the stairs, but they do wait.
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