Home

I've been thinking about this subject for awhile now. Then I watched an episode of "Glee" and the music seemed to fuel the mental fire. Ever since losing the house on Maplewood (two or more years ago?) I've considered the concept of home. This house was my home. I loved it from the first moment I saw the front door and asked the realtor if I could have it. His reply: would you like to go inside first?



Then there was the house on Lupin. I didn't like it at first. But then I came to think of it as home. I wanted to stay there. That fell apart when I lost my benefits.



Next was the Van Buren house in Eugene. It's a great house and I tried like hell to make it my home. If home is where the heart is, I guess they both broke up next.



I moved to my own apartment. I tried to make it a home and I technically thought about "going home" as returning to it.



Then there was the apartment my brother and I shared that I fondly refer to as a "shithole". Pretty much hated that place. Thus, no picture.

Now I am here, in Heyburn. I am very comfortable and I love that I can see my family all the time. But I miss my homes from the past. I think I just miss the feeling those places gave me. Not sure I'm explaining this adequately.



If you click the title of this post you will get to hear a song I have come to love, "A House is Not a Home". There is the line, "I'm not meant to live alone, turn this house into a home." And I don't exactly agree with that, especially since I really enjoy living alone. But I can't help but wonder if I will be able to turn a house into a home.