Home Body

I’m tired of not knowing who I am. Will I ever feel at home here? Will I always be out of sorts, on the periphery, alone? It’s not that I’m not given the chance to be loved. That’s not it at all. People show me in myriad ways that I am cared for, that I…

Trappings

Something I’ve come to realize through (lots of) therapy: my childhood was defined almost entirely by the house I grew up in. I suppose that’s not that surprising of a concept. It’s most likely a recurring theme, maybe even one of the simplest ones a therapist can look out for. Still, I spent my formative…

Where You Lay Your Head

Last week, I asked some online friends to tell me what they thought of when they heard the word home. I was curious what the answers might be, and wondered if there would be a wide variety of ways that people interpreted the concept. I was pretty surprised when multiple people said that the word…

Haunted

I’ve been thinking about how when someone doesn’t have a house, society often uses the word “homeless” to describe them. Thankfully, we have started to move away from saying “homeless,” instead using the word “houseless.” The latter is a much better description, because it’s entirely possible for someone to not have a house, but still…

Down The Road

Last night, a powerful tornado ripped through a neighborhood less than two miles away from where I live. About thirty minutes prior, a tornado warning alarm had gone off on my phone. While I was a tad worried, I thought, “What are the odds?” I had already cleared any potential projectiles from my yard earlier…

Rings On Her Fingers, Bells On Her Toes

As a child, one my favorite comfy pastimes was to lie in my bed, reading aloud to my cat, Amos. She (yes, Amos was a lady) was my best friend, and she would listen patiently for hours as I stumbled my way through my favorite books with her. My favorite book contained a collection of…

Home

Sorry to have been away for so long. I needed time to think. Things have changed drastically over the last two years. My last few blog posts here in 2019 and 2020 were somewhat prophetic. In particular, on March 10, 2019, I wrote that I’d had a dream I’d met someone who was a bit…