Monday, March 15, 2010
THIS MUST BE THE PLACE - Learning to make a home away from home
"Home is where I want to be...but I guess I'm already there".
This must be the place (Naive melody) by The Talking heads is probably one of my most overplayed songs in the last couple of years. At first it was just the catchy, uplifting beat of the song and then there were the lyrics..
"The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing's wrong"
That's more or less the mantra of my life..I love the talking heads and I love this song in particular!
So anyways I was thinking about what or rather where home is..For John Denver it was easy, he could just ask the country roads to take him home to the land where he belonged in West Virginia..for me, it's a little more complicated, if I were to ask country roads to take me home, I'd be at a crazy intersection which pointed "home" in six different directions!!
I was on the metro the other day on my way back from home and I kept counting the number of metro stops I was away from "home"..It was late-ish in the night, I was tired and hungry and sleepy and I just wanted to be "home"..I looked at "Rajska Zahrada" time and again on the metro map and asked myself is this really home? It's been six weeks now, am I ready to call my flat, my "home"? It's a big decision..was I ready to use the "H" word so soon in my relationship with my flat? Was I ready to be exclusive to this place and call it my own? What really is "home" anyways?
Home according to Harriet Stowe was the place which held life's undress rehearsal. It's the place where you are full unreserved, it's a (un)dressing room where you can leave behind all those facades, all those masks and overalls that you often wear when you are outside of home..I couldn't agree more..Home is a sanctuary where I'm completely myself. Home is where I look forward to being at the end of a long day...home is where I know I'll be protected and welcomed, home is the recharger to my batteries..Home is where I can wear my oversized T-shirts and ugly boxers, where I can listen to shit music, eat from a jar of baby food and LOL at stupid youtube videos. Home is where I think I have the right to wear my oversized T-shirts and ugly boxers, where I can listen to shit music, eat from a jar of baby food and LOL at stupid youtube videos. Home is where I know I'll still be loved inspite of wearing oversized T-shirts and ugly boxers,eating from a jar of baby food, listening to shit music and LOLing at stupid youtube videos. Home is in Bucklands beach, Home is in a tiny room in a basement of a dormitory in UBC, Home is in Konark Pooram, home (to an extent) is in OGGB..Home is starting to be Rajska Zahrada.
I've not been a big fan of my flat..it's far from the city centre, it's not in the best neigbourhood in Prague, my carpet is gross and the kitchen does not have a fully functioning microwave(which is a HUGE handicap for someone who can't cook)..I do have a room to myself(which is a rarity for interns in Prague) and a great flatmate but I've been thinking of moving out ever since I moved in.. I didn't decorate my walls..I didn't even unpack fully coz I always thought of moving out..but just 2 days ago..I came back, changed into my ugly boxers and oversized T-shirt, cracked open a jar of baby food, put on a Lady Gaga playlist and then cackled loudly watching the stupid "Lowe Marriage" video Urooza sent me..maybe I have started nesting..Maybe this IS home now..Home in Bucklands Beach is often where I want to be but I guess I'm already there..in a more colder, snowier, messier version of home just thousands of miles away ;)
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