Thoughts of the Week
I've been thinking about home. What it means to be home, what home is, and what it's like to move into a new home. Home means different things to different people. Often times, it's a place. But sometimes, it's a person or feeling, or an event.
By the time you see this newsletter, I'll have moved into a new apartment and house after spending two years in another. Before those two years, I was in another apartment, another place, for another year. Before that, a different state and town for college.
It's strange how we change where we live and settle like hermit crabs and their shells. I wrote about that strangeness in this piece back in January.
"The houses I spent fractions of my childhood in will be made new. Strangers will move in and never know who lived there before. We move on and live in new places and new spaces, not knowing about all the love that was there before we stepped inside. We might reflect on the randomness and chaos of this world when we’re alone in these houses, as strangers to others, in the middle of the night."