The concept of Home has been gnawing at me lately. What and where is “Home?” Is it a building, a city, a person? I have lived in NYC since 1996, but I don’t own it as Home. I am Californian, a Northern Californian, from the Bay Area really, Santa Clara specifically. Yet I no longer have family ties to Silicon Valley. My family house from 1957-2005 has new cars in the driveway and new cats in the yard. And if you have ever driven by the building where you grew up, and it definitely wasn’t Home anymore, you know the weird and empty feeling that it leaves in you. The knowing of “You can’t go Home again” as a true place/time reference which rings true as the years go by.
