What does this mean?
It used to be that I hurried home for companionship. But I have friends all over the world and sometimes this place—where I sit, I type, where I plan my travels, where I sort through the captured moments of my experiences, and I find myself at this moment—is the loneliest place possible. I want to get up and go.
Still there's never any place that can serve as a proxy for home: clean clothes, picking my own music, walking around naked, juggling a soccer ball in the living room, doing the dishes tomorrow, twenty photo books, a hundred magazines, falling asleep on the couch, vacuuming my own messes, any shoes I want, broccoli for lunch, coffee for dinner, ice cream at midnight.
At rest. In motion. (Stockholm)
Bankomat. (Stockholm)
Statue of Liberty from Flight 684.
Comments
...it definitely means we can commiserate several times over.
Posted by: mark | April 10, 2008 06:14 PM
That was quite insightful, introspective, sensible, and thought provoking. Congratulations Party Nate: you actually got me to think today. Not a small feat while I'm at the office.
Posted by: Shaywill | April 11, 2008 01:02 PM