Awhile ago I joined the “blog every day and here’s your theme” club called NaBloPoMo. I learned about this from essaytch and thought it looked interesting. I have not followed it one bit.
This month’s theme is Home. Home has got to be the most vague topic anyone could suggest. Which could help as there’s thirty days to sit and write about it. I am going to write about it for one day.
Until I was 15 I lived in two homes near each other. I thought my life would consist of that town and those people and that life forever. I figured my future children would play in the same backyard as I did and Thanksgiving would always be in my mothers dining room on that pink and blue flowered china.
The latter fifteen years of my life and been spent in fifteen different homes including with each of my sisters, my ex, my parents, my grandpa, my aunt and uncle, my son and completely by myself. I lived in a log cabin, a duplex, several apartments, typical houses, and for three months I lived in a modular home in a park where my home was the only home there. Yes I was trailer trash, yet, being as I was alone, I was Queen of Trailer Trash.
So, though its not at all as though I am a drifter, I don’t either know where home is. Maybe thirty days of this would be too difficult. I think though, I would like to have that place to call home. I mean, yes, this place I am typing at is my home. I just need to have a place I feel is going to be home for the next so-many years.
I like Minnesota. The snow and the bitter cold feel right to me. I also like the two other places where I have spent time. Remember when you were young and you played that MASH game? The one where you determined where you were going to live, who you were going to marry, and how many children you would have? I just did that. Here’s my results:
An apartment in Oroville, WA with Robert Smith and 5 kids. At least know I know 😉