Home again, home again...
But which is home? I'm at my parent's house, and that is home. Tomorrow I head back to Claremont - also home. Oh, the nomadic lifestyle of a 20-something! I thrive upon it. Will I ever be content to stay in one place? One country, one city, one street, one house? Perhaps. Life passes in different seasons, it seems, and youths grow tired as they age. From what I hear, chemistry does not generally lend itself to a wandering career, so I suppose I shall have to settle down sooner or later. It seems it would be fine to stay in one place as long as one had awareness of the world beyond it. Perhaps one reason I have felt stifled after long periods of time at Claremont is that it is such an insular place - quite the "bubble". Maybe it is just a matter of taking time to remember the world, in order to not forget who I am or where I come from (or don't, as the case may be). It is a beautifully big place.