Oh, Denver. You’ll always be my home. I think about how pretty and full of life you are sometimes, and also about how little I know you. I look forward to coming back and discovering more of your treasures and your urban spunk.
Do you have more than one home? I feel like it’s something that is so common nowadays. Or maybe I’m just now realizing it while experiencing such a thing. We are global citizens at times, instead of belonging to one single place. It’s so exciting.
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Do you find yourself missing one home when you’re at the other? My home is in Texas but since my hubby is Coast Guard we live in Maine. When we lived in Paris we found ourselves longing for Texas. Our Fench neighbors enjoyed the sounds of George Strait and two stepping music that flowed onto the inner courtyard all summer long.
Do I have more than one home? That you should even ask! I could keep a therapist busy for years on this one! Disorientation? You bet!
Great photo btw, that Denver (not far from where I am at the moment) could look so dreamy!
Haha! Disorienting indeed!!!
I’m so unsure of my answer to this question. Maryland is my home. I haven’t always lived here, but I’ll be happy to tear you down if you dare belittle its merits. D.C. is my home, even though I’ve never actually lived in the city. These are places I feel very connected to. At the same time, I have a strong longing to go visit the places in England, Ireland, and Germany where my ancestors lived before immigrating to America. My home is the house I grew up in, but I can’t spend more than a week at a time there with my parents because I love my apartment home so much with all my books. Maybe my home is wherever my books are. But I hear Denver is dreamy.
Reblogged this on ohlalalivia and commented:
Such a great post. I would love to go to Denver.
Reblogged this on Smörgåsbord and commented:
We all have a few different homes, and recently I left my ‘home’ in Paris to return to the shores of sunny South Africa, to my real home.
In a world where we travel so easily and jet here and there it’s easy to feel as if one is a child of the planet – adaptable to many different environments and cultures, and making many international friends along the way.
Having wonderful friends from all curves of the earth, I have realised that there need not be a common culture between two people – it’s just an intangible thread or feeling that joins you at the hip.
Like twins from from different wombs.