Home

How is our home in the collective subconscious? How can we share a home in our collective subconscious?

Where is the bathroom?

Where is the kitchen?

Do I have to sleep on the couch, or may I share a bed with you? Why or why not?

I fell in love.

i used to be all lame and said that the only place i felt at home was in my boyfriend’s arms.

now that is over, i have no idea where it is. im searching.

I dunno when it started, but it’s there.

I’ve been all over the world, and I’ve only seen one or two cities that I could live in, comfortably, though nothing that I was passionate about as I am about San Fran.

Plus, we have Easter Sunday BYOBW (bring your own big wheel) rides down Lombard street. That’s the crookedest street in the world for those that don’t know.

I can’t think of much cooler than that. Except maybe for Frank Chu…that’s my kook.

:D

I’ve never had a place where I can call home and it’s what I want more than anything else in my life… a stable place that I can call home.

I don’t know where home will be for me, but I want to find it and think of it as a place to return to.

‘Cause it’s the best place on earth. That’s why.

5 months into my stay in New York and I still miss home. I am getting used to the life here, but I don’t think I’ll stop missing home. I won’t get back till around October 2007, or later.

I am FINALLY hoooooome!

Heaven is my home. Some day I’ll get there. Maybe that’s why I spend so much time traveling now. I haven’t made it home yet.