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Thursday, August 02, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
My bad...
I know... you want new pictures... Hey, we all want something...
We are going to try and get the kids to get another picture together and hopefully Gracie will stay awake this time.
We are going to try and get the kids to get another picture together and hopefully Gracie will stay awake this time.
Home
So I came across some pictures that I took several years ago and it got me thinking... Is home, for you, a place or an idea? Usually, when I say I want to go home what I really mean is that idea of family but I realized when I was talking with some friends the other day that most people mean a place.
I guess that is something I didn't develop growing up with the military. When you move every 1-3 years it's hard to become attached to anything... because you know you'll just have to leave it behind.
The only exception to this was my grandparent's place. They lived in a small town in Oklahoma and I LOVED their house despite the frigid floors in the winter and the crazy woman who lived next door. But then even they moved my freshman year of high school.
I was devestated, because up until that point in time if someone had asked where I was from I said Oklahoma. But their new house wasn't my home. So now, ironically, if someone asks where my home is I say Kodiak, Alaska. It's where we were living when I lost my 'home' and Kodiak seemed, to me, to foster that feeling of family. Of everyone knowing everyone and, by the way did you know this about such and such.
I don't really know many people in Kodiak anymore. Sure, Senior Cindy is still there and some other kids I went to school with are still on the island but I've lost touch... and I hate that. Because on days like today when it just really gets stuck in me that "I want to go home!" I picture a little kitchen with poofy curtains that mom and I stuffed with crumpled newspapers. Fresh baked bread tempting our senses and begging us to knock on the neighbors door. The uber-ruberized stairs squeeking under dock shoes, ever ready for the winter slush. And the people, those people who won't leave you alone because you're a part of the whole. God bless them.
I know I usually say Alaska is a great place to visit, but maybe not to live.... but I sure wish I could visit more often!
Here is my 'home':
I guess that is something I didn't develop growing up with the military. When you move every 1-3 years it's hard to become attached to anything... because you know you'll just have to leave it behind.
The only exception to this was my grandparent's place. They lived in a small town in Oklahoma and I LOVED their house despite the frigid floors in the winter and the crazy woman who lived next door. But then even they moved my freshman year of high school.
I was devestated, because up until that point in time if someone had asked where I was from I said Oklahoma. But their new house wasn't my home. So now, ironically, if someone asks where my home is I say Kodiak, Alaska. It's where we were living when I lost my 'home' and Kodiak seemed, to me, to foster that feeling of family. Of everyone knowing everyone and, by the way did you know this about such and such.
I don't really know many people in Kodiak anymore. Sure, Senior Cindy is still there and some other kids I went to school with are still on the island but I've lost touch... and I hate that. Because on days like today when it just really gets stuck in me that "I want to go home!" I picture a little kitchen with poofy curtains that mom and I stuffed with crumpled newspapers. Fresh baked bread tempting our senses and begging us to knock on the neighbors door. The uber-ruberized stairs squeeking under dock shoes, ever ready for the winter slush. And the people, those people who won't leave you alone because you're a part of the whole. God bless them.
I know I usually say Alaska is a great place to visit, but maybe not to live.... but I sure wish I could visit more often!
Here is my 'home':
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