what home means to me -- a resting place, not a living place

[belenen]

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[kiwi]

I've had roommates with the wanderlust blood in them while I, admittedly, am a "home is my sanctuary" type. What was interesting is that we had two different work lives: she was doing computer work, in a cubicle, whereas I was teaching at the time in a classroom that I can only describe as "sheer chaos". At the end of the day, she was clawing at her skin, trying to get out of the monotony of her day, where I was desperate to go hide for a few hours, where nobody could find me and where I didn't have to deal with the things I had to deal with as a teacher. In that sense, being roommates worked for us - she would go out until late, I would retreat home and hide.

We don't live together anymore, but home is still my sanctuary, and in that, I'm probably the opposite of you. I love being out but it's exhausting after the crazy days I have at work. (I'll be curious to see if this changes as I head back to school full time.) Ex-roommate is now a stay-at-home mom but I think I see that little glimmer of wanderer in her still from time to time. It's hard because I want her to be true to herself, but I don't want her to hurt her child.

I think you can have what you want. Because I don't believe you're alone in wanting what you want - it's just a matter of finding others who truly, honestly want the same things as you and who are up front and faithful enough to themselves and their desires to tell you that.