Home is where the heart is September 6, 2006
Posted by Niels in : Personal , trackbackWhile wandering the aisles of the supermarket today, I considered buying a half dozen bagels. I like bagels with cream cheese for breakfast - but I’ve already got more bread than I can use for my peanut butter and banana toast. And I like bagels with melted cheddar cheese and tomato for lunch - but I never make lunch, because I buy it at the company cafeteria during the week and I’m in the city on the weekends. Bagels make a good surrogate bun for veggie burgers, but my pasta fixin’s go bad if I don’t eat them quickly enough. So I put the bagels back on the shelf.
And that’s when I realized why I’m not totally happy here. My existence feels so temporary. My apartment is totally bare. I’m only there for a few hours Monday-Thursday between work and sleep, and I spend a lot of those hours grocery shopping or doing laundry. On the weekends I couchsurf around New York City.
I’ve made so many great new friends here, and reconnected with some wonderful old ones, but without a place to call home I still feel a sense of loneliness. It’ll be good to be back in Berkeley.
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After awhile, home becomes where your hat is hung.
What if my hat is hung like a parakeet?