I don’t mean in the sense of not having anywhere to live, but more the question ‘What is home?’
Is it where I live? Where my friends are? Where my family live? Is it a real place or merely a state of mind?
“Oh, won’t you please take me home!?” wails Axel, and I find myself thinking “Where exactly is that? Where is my Paradise City? Is there such a place? Does such a place have to exist? Do I need it? Does anyone?
It seems I’ve spent so long moving around, whether it be my place of work or the place I sleep when I’m not working, that ‘home’ has become a very vague concept.
I think the concept of a solid, absolute ‘home’ gives people a sense of security, a warm fuzzy blanket to wrap themselves up in to shield them from the terrors of the world. And sometimes I feel like I’m standing there, naked in the wind. Security? Stability? No. Is it a good thing? A bad thing? Who the hell knows. Not I, that’s for sure.
“Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.”
8 Responses to “On being homeless”
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Dude, you just admitted publicly that you listen to Guns n’ Roses.
Next you’ll come out saying November Rain is an epic and thought inspiring masterpiece :p
It snuck onto my playlist! Someone else must have put it there!
You’ve got nothing on me, Sherriff!
Speaking of songs, there’s a Kirsten Hersch song that I think is called Home is where the heart lies. She does a crazy screaming banshee version of it screaming that one line till you realise that she’s not really talking about the “lying down’ sortof lies.
The place where I can turn off all the lights, put “Christo Redento” on, and lie on the floor with my eyes closed is home. Home is where you can put your favorite song on repeat for hours and hours without anyone complaining about it. Where you can spend hours and hours lazily contemplating the tiniest things. Home also has a good supply of comfy pillows and chairs and warmth.
A home means a lot to me. Whenever I get into any kind of annoying situation or just unsettledness far away into nowhere, a picture of my room comes up in my mind and I find it comforting. I wish I could be a nomad, but I like having my roots in the soil
Home is really the only place where you can be yourself completely.
I guess this nearly always means home is a solitary sortof place.
If you want to find it, look under ‘Throwing Muses’.
It’s a great song indeed.
You two do know that Axl Rose is written that way and that it acually means: “Oral Sex”. Only shuffled around? *grin*
Thanks for that, I’ve found it now. The song is called Vicky’s Box. What an interesting song…
I’d like to say that I feel my life has become richer for knowing that little snippet of wisdom, thanks!
I’ve spoken to a few other people about this topic now. Some maintain that ‘home’ is where they live and don’t read much more into it than that. But I think you’re right, home is where you can be comfortable, alone and completely at peace. The eye of the storm, if you like.