Where are you from?

[cyrano]

This Friday, I want you to tell me about your home. It doesn't have to be more than a couple of sentences, and it can be about the physical structure you're in, or what city you're from, or what state you live in now. I want you to tell me about what feels like your Home, and how it feels.

EDIT: It has been brought to my attention that it's not Friday yet. So I've decided to open up this Friday's IFIAYAQ! Day and make it a special double-size issue! Woo! Bonus Question! For the same low low price!

Comments

[yukonsally]

This is tough because I haven't quite found home. The closest I found is a tent in the woods or the music festival in Winfield. I suppose Winfield is home, the only place in kansas worth visting. I'm at peace there, I want to give the whole town a hug and invite it over for tea.

[moonlightnrain.livejournal.com]

Is not Friday yet, but:
The thing I love about my current apartment is that the late afternoon sun streaming through the big glass windows and the breeze in the Liquid Amber tree just off of my balcony makes it the most PERFECT afternoon nap apartment EVAR. I sometimes curl up in the sun on the floor with the cats and nap contentedly by the screen door. And I've never been much of a napper before moving here.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

OFFS.
No, it's not Friday yet. Bah.

[moonlightnrain.livejournal.com]

I wanted it to be Friday too. I even wore jean-like pants today.

[kezbat.livejournal.com]

I am ridiculously lucky when it comes to home, which I define as the house I live in. Physically, it's great, hence the lucky part - it's roomy and has a garden and is generally lovely - but it's about more than that, because I've never lived anywhere else.

Meaning, I've been here a long time, and this place has seen a lot, from sheer hell to the better times to little moments of bliss. It's about the fact that this place is a part of me, there are so many memories here, so much that shaped my life.

I'm going to have to leave it behind someday, hopefully for the right reasons. Whatever the reasons are, though, that'll be a sad day for me.

Edit:: huh. I didn't notice this was early either. Ah well. :D

[roisnoir.livejournal.com]

Home is.. a collection of scents, textures, recurring characters, art supplies, books, and a sense of security and control.

Any of these things can take me there, if they find me at the right moment.

Home is the ghosts of incense clinging to my pillows days after I last burnt any. It's the cat prrrrrpting at me, demanding scritches or tuna juice. It's the way that Dan lets me put my cold feet between his ankles when we curl up to sleep. It's my messy kitchen, and the seemingly infinite boxes with unsorted art supplies. It's bookshelves all jumbled from my pawing through looking for something that I feel like reading.

It's warm, even when I'm freezing. The walls will keep me safe and enclosed. The things inside are all mine to make use of. I know where most things are, and what they are for. The secrets here are mine.


Alternately, Home is where my family, both chosen and blood, happens to be. Because all of that? Far less enthralling when there's nobody I care for to create it with.

[darth-snarky.livejournal.com]

I like my new home because the bus stop is literally right outside my front door, and we're just across the street from the train station.

The sad part is I am no longer just a few blocks from the local record store, but I guess that's better on my bank account, anyway.

[lil-braw.livejournal.com]

I live in a big house in suburbia west of SLC. Nice yard, decent neighbors, wife, 4 kids, dog, 3 car garage, beautiful views of the mountains. But I miss "home" continuously. Whether it's a melancholy trip down through my youthful memories or just a feeling that we don't belong here; it's just not home. My wife feels it too. But unless you live in "home" how do you ever know where or what it is? We're happy, but we both know we aren't home.

[starherd.livejournal.com]

I used to think that Home involved the right house (so old you can smell it and the scents won't be cleaned out), the right land (low mountains, rocks, trees, leaves on the ground, long bright autumns), the right kind of weather (snow in the winter, need gills in the summer)...

But really, Home is where people snuggle up to you and laugh at your jokes.

[mostuff.livejournal.com]

Yay Winfield! I've only been there once...had a great time, except for finding out that I was allergic to Kansas.

[mostuff.livejournal.com]

I think I've finally succeeded in making my house home. After removing most all the evidence of failed relationships and evil ex-roommates...I like my home.

I feel home when I'm sitting in my comfy leather recliner...reading a good book (I think you know the chair).

[fayroberts.livejournal.com]

I've lived in Milton Keynes for almost exactly five years now. To all practical intents and purposes it's my home - where my bed, my job and my loves are. I walk here, talk here, shop here, sleep here, love here.

I still call Cardiff home, though. I still miss the sea (Milton Keynes is about as far from the sea as you get in Britain). I miss people who'll talk to you on the street even though they've never met you. I miss the accent, the age and ethnicity of the city, the culture, the age, the architecture, the smells.

Part of me moves constantly to a tidal beat and new housing developments, shiny shopping centres and dry, dry weather just don't do it for me some days. This is one of those days, it turns out.

OTOH, today is my Friday anyway, because I have tomorrow off to organise poetry. Score!

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Sometime I'll have to ask you about Cardiff for my game. (:

[fayroberts.livejournal.com]

Anytime, sweetheart - I can obsess about my hometown for, like, ever.

{suspicion slowly dawns} Is this a Doctor Who/ Torchwood thing? Coz be warned - I still haven't got around to watching it (though my ex-girlfriend's fiancée works on Torchwood, designing sets).

Nice icon. What does the Chinese say?

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

It is somewhat Torchwood related. I'm taking Spirit of the Century (Pulp 1920s gaming) and making a 'between the wars' Torchwood. I'm hoping there will be protoNazis. (:
I have no idea what the Chinese says--I stole the image from a poster that fans were putting up before the Serenity movie. For all I know it says "I'm a stupid white person who thinks anything Chinese is cool."

[amanda_lodden.livejournal.com]

I am unsure exactly what Home is right now. I've always had a vague dislike of Michigan, which usually makes itself known right around the start of winter.

But have you ever gone somewhere on vacation and felt like you Belonged There? I thought it was a myth made up by people with too much imagination, until I visited Silicon Valley for the first time.

Unfortunately, my husband did not get the same feeling, and I'm kind of fond of him. Home is where he is, and I'm not sure how I would go about making another place Home without him.

[yukonsally]

I'm allergic to Kansas too.

[denyse.livejournal.com]

Hm. Confusing. If you asked me where Home is, I'd say wherever my hubby and baby are. If you ask me where I'm from, I'd say Singapore.

[jeckcrow.livejournal.com]

Depends on what you mean by "Home". Often I think of my physical home as where I sleep when I need to rest between doing things. The address that I receive my mail at here in Seattle, so on. And thats speaking as a "home owner". the problem is that I know too many wonderful people in too many delightful places to stay put too long. I don't intend to abandon my house, so it's effectively a central waypoint. And I really do like Seattle a lot, but I also like San Francisco, and Germany, and New Orleans (which I'll be headed to in about 5 weeks), and Canada, and Switzerland, and so on. Give me a laptop, a hotel room, and someone good to experience a new place with and I'm home.

[phillipalden.livejournal.com]

I'll answer now, even though it's not yet Friday:

Our home is a condo that sits on a man-made island. The lagoons and waterways around our home are part of the baylands, and a place where birds and other creatures are protected by law. There are always birds, often geese, and they enrich the place is so many ways.

Our living room has one wall that's almost all glass, allowing us to look out over the lagoon, the San Mateo Bridge, the East Bay Hills, and on some smog-free days - San Francisco itself.

Aside from two rambunctious kittens it's an incredibly peaceful place. Erik and I have put a lot of improvements into the place, and we now have it the way we really want. We fully tiled both bathrooms, replaced the white carpet (yuck) with beautiful laminate flooring, and installed a big stainless steel sink in the kitchen.

The one thing I would like to do is replace our tile counters in the kitchen with natural stone. Erik wants to get the kitchen cabinets redone. Once these two projects are finished the place will be "perfect" for us.

We really love our home and we have no desire to move.

[fayroberts.livejournal.com]

Ask away, then, and I'll do what I can. And when I can't, I believe I can track down people who lived in Cardiff in the actual 20s (well, just about), if you want it...

:)

[evilmagnus]

My first home was an old spa town in Northern England. All stone and sheep and pubs and bucolic views. It is now hideously expensive and a suburb of the nearby Large City, but still looks much as it did when I was a child. Except with more cafe bars.

[motleypolitico.livejournal.com]

A place that'll always feel like home, is my grandmother's (now my parents) place down at the Jersey Shore. It's a summer home bungalow sort of place, white sand throughout, on Barnegat Bay in Point Pleasant.

There's a big bay window that looks out over the water, and one of the things I miss most about living in California, is the lack of thunderstorms. Right around dusk, during the summer, it was pretty common to have thunderstorms rolling in across the bay. You could watch the line of rain coming toward you and once it was there, and it was the sound of the rain thumping on the roof, the lightning streaking across the sky, and the report of close or distant thunder that made it an experience.

Last summer when I visited, no thunderstorms. Was crushed. Perhaps I'll have better luck this year.

[rightkindofme.livejournal.com]

I'm not from anywhere. But I'm from all over.

Right now I live in Fremont in a house I have never managed to bond with. I'm trying to have this house feel more like my house but it is hard to exorcise the ghosts of his ex-girlfriends. Ugh.

[miss-friday.livejournal.com]

The Bay Area is close to home for me (and is where I grew up, and might never leave), but really isn't. Although I've spent a grand total of six days there during the last 5 years, I am convinced that Portland, Oregon is where I really belong.