Home
When you think of home what comes to mind? For me, the concept of home has always been changing. Right now, home is an apartment building near Gunn high school, and thinking of home brings to mind the decision of whether I should take the stairs of the elevator. I feel as if I am only living here, and somehow that is different from home.
Before this, thinking of home gave me flashes of driving on a solitary winding road at night, and doing long runs during the day, with the dusty air getting trapped in my mouth, and the smell of horses and forest. Very different from what I have now.
And before this home was yet another apartment, and before that it was a house on a small street in a rich neighborhood of Palo alto. Where life was a little slower.
I feel as if I am taking from my availability heuristic when I say that life in these newer places has been more hectic. When I sit at home now, all I can here are cars passing by. In the days in Dana I would only here a car pass by once in a while. Maybe its because life is so much more busy now.
despite all this, the one thing that has stayed the same in all my houses and living areas is the enironment of my room. My room. A place where I can work, play, sleep, eat. Bascially do anything. This environment that is my room, or has become my room is what really defines home for me. It isnt where I am, what neighborhood I am in. Not even what the room looks like. But when I inhabit my room and create an environment that I like, that, is what home is to me.
