“I mean, In Boston there’s an outdoor market. Outdoor markets are awesome.” Photo by The U.S. National Archives on Flickr.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine and I were talking about where we wanted to go to college and for both of us, location was deciding what school that would be. The location was where we differed. I am looking at city schools, and he is looking at the suburban ones. This difference between us is very easily explained: I am from the suburbs and he’s from the city that I want to enter.
Or, stated simply, we both want to get away from the nest. It’s a primal desire that most everybody at some point experiences. Mild family drama usually follows. That friend of mine said it best, “If you live in one place for too long, it stops being beautiful.”
For the sake of making a metaphor, Cities are the heart of a Country. Cities beat with a distilled version of the culture, and people pump in and out of the sprawl. We move into apartments with great city views, and later in life, into a two-story house with a white picket fence in the suburbs, all because we are simply looking for a house we can call home.
But for now, as a high schooler, the list of places where I am at home is nonsensical: While I’m driving, walking down a city street, on an airplane, and, embarrassingly enough, at a video games convention. But in my experience, It’s the nonsense that makes the most sense.
I have a habit of taking certain words beyond their literal meaning, and giving them more meaning than they have at their surface. Many people do this, but I’ve been thinking quite a lot these days about what ‘home’ means. It’s a simple four letter word that means a place where you keep your stuff and sleep. But of course, home means a lot more than that. More often than not, I am not at home when I am in my house. Sure, the place is nice enough: wooden floors, walls, and window sills, but my own definition of Home is something much, much more. In my house, or even more, in my sleepy suburban town, I can’t let my mind run wild, it’s a cage that confines my creativity to what makes sense. And in my experience, it’s the nonsense that makes the most sense.
Post by Zach Mills.