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November 09, 2005

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Gloda B.

Aren't we all just looking for a place to call home? I have a house now, and I'm not moving anymore. For a while at least. But I can't forget my grandmother's words in a letter she wrote to me when I was looking for myself in Tokyo: The world is the same shit everywhere (it sounds better in Yiddish). At 89 she must have known what she was talking about.

hadas

Dezelbe drek :)
I'm not sure the answer is so simple. Some of us move because we can, because we've become addicted to the movement, to the excitement of exploring a new place. Sometimes I feel it is our inherent nomadic nature, commanding us to move. As for home – it seems to me that many of us are searching for an ideal of home; a place to long for, but not actually inhabit.

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