Where is home?
Had an odd realization last night: I don't exactly have a place that feels like "home" at the moment.
I rent part of a house and I've been here in this house for a year now, but it doesn't fully have that feeling of "this is my space, this is my home." Maybe part of that is 'cause I rent and I can't do anything about all the terrible wood paneling and drop ceilings. I'm sure a large part of it is that I just went through a big roommate shuffle - everybody from last year moved out (yay!), my friend Alex moved in (yay!) and two people I found on the internet moved in (yay?). Time will tell how well we all get along, but it seems to have a good start so far and I don't want to give anyone the evil eye yet. Everybody else seems to be more of a talker than me though... I may have to get used to holing up in my room more often instead of setting up in the dining room.
My hometown of St Albans hasn't felt like home for a few years now. I've outgrown it and there's very little there I care about anymore besides my parents. Even their house feels stifling now that I've grown up.
I do feel at home in Pittsburgh's East side - Squirrel Hill, Shadyside, sometimes Oakland. t's some comfort that even if a specific room or house or apartment feels only like where I sleep and keep my stuff, the neighborhood as a whole feels like a place I can belong.
I rent part of a house and I've been here in this house for a year now, but it doesn't fully have that feeling of "this is my space, this is my home." Maybe part of that is 'cause I rent and I can't do anything about all the terrible wood paneling and drop ceilings. I'm sure a large part of it is that I just went through a big roommate shuffle - everybody from last year moved out (yay!), my friend Alex moved in (yay!) and two people I found on the internet moved in (yay?). Time will tell how well we all get along, but it seems to have a good start so far and I don't want to give anyone the evil eye yet. Everybody else seems to be more of a talker than me though... I may have to get used to holing up in my room more often instead of setting up in the dining room.
My hometown of St Albans hasn't felt like home for a few years now. I've outgrown it and there's very little there I care about anymore besides my parents. Even their house feels stifling now that I've grown up.
I do feel at home in Pittsburgh's East side - Squirrel Hill, Shadyside, sometimes Oakland. t's some comfort that even if a specific room or house or apartment feels only like where I sleep and keep my stuff, the neighborhood as a whole feels like a place I can belong.