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 😉
The Pilver 
I know what you mean about the snow and the cold feeling right, I don’t know how I’d react to someplace that never gets cold.
I think I’d enjoy a short time as a drifter of sorts, I’ve lived in the same town for my 25 years and only last year I moved into a place thats only 4 streets away from the home where I grew up.
I’d give you my results of the MASH game if I had any idea what it was.
Home can be a catch 22. Sometimes I don’t want to go home because the laundry, dirty bathrooms, dusty furniture, lonely dogs just drain me – home to me is alot of work. I find that often times I will stay in my car and make phone calls, read or do whatever- even nap! I know pathetic, but once I go in the house there’s no avoiding the obligations.
I don’t think I’m alone – my sister confessed to hanging out in her car also.
I like being home when the house is clean and I am all alone – then I can really enjoy it!
There was a song in the early or mid 90s or something that said that home was not the place you live, but the place where you belong. I’ve always liked that. But by that definition, I’m not exactly sure where my home is.
I just want to understand how you ended up with Oroville, WA. That’s like being assigned to Toadsuck, AR.
On the other hand, there won’t be much to do besides make five kids. At least.
Taoist Biker–that song you speak of was by my ALLTIME FAVORITE BAND EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE: Toad the Wet Sprocket. *sigh*
Estelle – I hear you. Being a grown up sucks sometimes.
I haven’t thought of that MASH game in so long I’m not sure I remember how to play!
Dead- My parents bought a little grocery store in that town when I was 15. It was a culture shock for sure. I lived there for about 5 years (not consecutively).
I’m giving serious thought to another possible move to the Minnesota area. It’s weird how these things happen.
Billy-And you should. When is your visit again?
August.