Home has nothing to do with hearth, and everything to do with a state of mind; that one man’s home may be his compatriot’s exile; that home is, finally, not the physical place, but the role and the self we choose to occupy.
— Pico Iyer, from VIDEO NIGHT IN KATHMANDU: And Other Reports from the Not-So-Far East
Mulling over this quote, trying to come to terms with all the places I’ve ever called home and all of those I wished I could occupy longer than what’s normally allowed.
This space belongs to a friend but everything about it reminds me of what homes ought to be–white walls and wooden affairs.
When I grow up, I want a home like this.
For now, I’ll contend with my home in the world.