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Monday, February 27, 2006
Nomad
For most of my life I have lived out of a suitcase.
Lets do the math: that's 7 houses, 6 college dorm rooms, and 2 apartments in 26 years
Although I have had some amazing experiences in my life - I have never been able to call any one place my "home". This concept is almost foreign to me.
In the movie Garden State, Zach Braff is quoted as saying "You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone." Well I sort of have felt this way for most of my life. My home is not a house that my parents have bought that keeps us safe and warm. My home is the thought of my family being together - anywhere. I don't have a house that I grew up in - heck I don't even have a town that I grew up in. Maybe this is why I travel so much now? It's the nomad in me that is constantly traveling to find a home to which I might belong to.
There's some Freud shit for ya.
- I was born in Madras, India
- My parents then moved me to Africa between the ages of 4 and 6.
- When I was 6 I came to the US and lived with my aunt and uncle in a small town: Berkeley Heights,NJ.
- After finishing 1st grade, we moved to another little town called Summit, NJ.
- When I was about to start 4th grade, my parents realized that they needed to move once again to another little town called New Providence, NJ.
- We finally stayed in New Providence for me to finish up high school. Even during that time though, we moved from our two bedroom apartment to a house about 10 minutes away.
- As soon as I left for college however, my parents realized that they might want to move again and we retreated back to Berkeley Heights, NJ, where they currently live today.
Lets do the math: that's 7 houses, 6 college dorm rooms, and 2 apartments in 26 years
Although I have had some amazing experiences in my life - I have never been able to call any one place my "home". This concept is almost foreign to me.
In the movie Garden State, Zach Braff is quoted as saying "You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone." Well I sort of have felt this way for most of my life. My home is not a house that my parents have bought that keeps us safe and warm. My home is the thought of my family being together - anywhere. I don't have a house that I grew up in - heck I don't even have a town that I grew up in. Maybe this is why I travel so much now? It's the nomad in me that is constantly traveling to find a home to which I might belong to.
There's some Freud shit for ya.
posted by Kripsie, 10:08 AM
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