|my vote for the most gorgeous home in my old neighborhood|
|my old house and street!|
I was lucky enough to spend my memorial day weekend running around the old stomping grounds, staying with my roommate in my "old" apartment (more photos here). Its funny how fast I snapped back into my old habits, failing to notice that I really won't be headed back there in that capacity ever again. I think it's nice to not worry about "saying goodbye" to all of the inanimate objects, places, and habits of a place, putting the focus instead on living in the moment. I (like many others, i hope) can get a little crazy with the goodbyes if left to my own devices. Examples being: "goodbye grocery store", "goodbye type of bagel I ordered at tim hortons". Having a whirlwind 2.5 day trip definitely kept the weird sentimentality to a minimum (as did the company of my awesome friends, love y'all!).
All of this to say that the whole ordeal reminds me of a Kurt Vonnegut quote (credit to my can lit prof for this one) that really stuck with me:
"Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again."
So what do you think, do you consider "home" a state of mind or something else? More graduation posts to come (brace yourselves) including the story of how I managed to get in trouble with the law on my way to the ceremony (its a good one).