it is the fulcrum of my vacation, if fulcrum can be used in this way. probably it can't, since the fulcrum is the balance point, and not necessarily the middle. hm. suddenly i am not sure that i am using the word correctly at all, and i have to say the dictionary is not helpful in this case. oh well.
i am dreading the return to my currently normal life. i know home is always sweeter to visit than to live fulltime, but i found tonight that i am homesick for my homecity. i have lost my initial euphoria, but underneath it i am happy to be here. someday i am going to put all the pieces together and make a whole.
so many favourite and meaningful things and people all crammed into a deceptively small place. that could be what a home is... just a place where you know all the cracks in the walls and secret places.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
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i like your take on home is where the heart is. its true. cracked walls and all.
i dread your return to the north as well.
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