About 20 months ago I left what felt like home to become a transient, an explorer, but all I did most of that time was admire the homes other people built — and feel equal parts exhilarated and unmoored without roots. I'm haunted lately by the concept of home, and that the tenuous nature of finding home in other people, be them friendships or romantic relationships, might keep me from appreciating my "tiny pile of stuff" amid all the other tiny piles of stuff now that I've just signed a lease for the first time in 3 years.
About 20 months ago I left what felt like home to become a transient, an explorer, but all I did most of that time was admire the homes other people built — and feel equal parts exhilarated and unmoored without roots. I'm haunted lately by the concept of home, and that the tenuous nature of finding home in other people, be them friendships or romantic relationships, might keep me from appreciating my "tiny pile of stuff" amid all the other tiny piles of stuff now that I've just signed a lease for the first time in 3 years.
But that's all we get. At a time, at least.