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Saturday, July 22, 2006

Four Letter Word

Home... a simple four letter word. Ah.. but, it says so much that it takes words upon words to describe. "I wanna go home." I say it all the time when I want to leave work. "I wanna go home." I think it when I'm feeling alone at a "foreign" place. "I wanna go home." I feel it when I feel unwanted in the presence of others. "Home." A place where I feel wanted, loved, safe, warm, and... happy. Home. Where is my home? I just bought a studio "home". Would that make me feel more at home?

Home. I can't think of words to describe "my home". I only have a slide show of images from my past of what makes up "my home". A warm body next to me each night... a dinner for two... a warm "welcome home" smile... a welcome hug... a kiss... a warm hand on my back... a "good night"... words of assurance... words of hope... a joint prayer... silence. A silence full of love, full of understanding, full of thought, a togetherness, the knowledge of belonging in joint space... a home.... my home.

The song below is what inspired this short blog.

"Home" - Michael Buble

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
That this is not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Home is where the heart is. Where is your heart?

July 26, 2006 1:28 PM  
Blogger Sparky X said...

Hi JM... I've thought about your question, "Where is your heart?" for about two days. I don't know where my heart is. I think it is stuck somewhere between the past, present, and a desired future.

July 28, 2006 5:09 PM  

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