A daily or perhaps more irregular delve into the life and minds of Truman; that's me and I have something to say on everything and everyone. I know for a fact you'll want to not miss out. All of your friends will be talking about me so get in on the action. You know you want to.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Home off the range

I have been taking stock and realise that I must apoogise up front for my lack of blogging. Okay so I said right off the bat that the blog is an irregular or perhaps more frequent account but six posts in a month is pretty poo. That said I have been pretty busy but now that I am back in UK I really should knuckle down for a few weeks at least before Rose and I enjoy our next physical reconnect.

On the plane back I got to thinking of the notion of going home and more particularly what home means and/or what is meant by home, by others and for me...you too. So what do you reckon? Is home more than a useful key on your QWERTY or more to the point is this home the only tangibly, physically real notion thereof? Let's consider things from a definitive perspective courtesy of my old friend dictionary.com;

home ( P ) (hm) n.
1. A place where one lives; a residence.

2. The physical structure within which one lives, such as a house or apartment.
Okay so no argument with the above; there is no scope for any and jetlag and downright lack of sleep prevents me from the will to create any.

3. A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household. Notwithstanding the tendentiousness of the notions of both family and social unit the above is fairly secure as a definition insofar as, in common with nos.1 and 2., fairly well describes a place, a setting, a context.

4. An environment offering security and happiness.

5. A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin.
Think about it, unless you are an unremembering infant home is a bad place (and even then sufficiently good and lengthy therapy can unsubmerge that which infancy represses); as a kid it is the place you get grounded to; as a teen it is the place you do all you can to avoid, as a homeowner it is a financial strain, and as a parent it is the place where you are conscious of the physical dangers your home presents to infants, that your kid(s) will remember it with mostly sadness, regret and fear, and that your teen(s) will be tangibly ashamed of it and avoid it all costs. Ultimately you'll die there, be taken from there to die in hospital or worst of all be referred to no.12.

6. The place, such as a country or town, where one was born or has lived for a long period.

7. The native habitat, as of a plant or animal.
I am a native of Liverpool it is resoundingly not my home. I have lived in Manchester in excess of ten years it is not my home. I spend most of my time flitting between both of these cities and Texas the latter of which is not my home either as I am constantly continually reminded of my Englishness of speech, manner, dress, manners, attitude, politics and irreligiousness.

8. The place where something is discovered, founded, developed, or promoted, a source.
Home is more often than not a place where what is discovered, founded, developed, or promoted is unhappiness in all its forms and therefore home can be considered a source of misery, right? See nos.4 and 5.

9. A headquarters; a home base.

Nonsense. This is yet another example of lazy grammar.

10. Baseball. Home plate.

11. Games. Home base.
Whatever

12. An institution where people are cared for: a home for the elderly.

See St. Rita's Nursing Home in Chalmette and see if this type of home is a place in which it follows that people are cared for.

13. Computer Science.

14. The starting position of the cursor on a text-based computer display, usually in the upper left corner of the screen.
15. A starting position within a computer application, such as the beginning of a line, file, or screen or the top of a chart or list.
See above as I rather think I covered these points ahead of time.


So you see that it is not as unslippery as you might have at first thought, this notion of home so how and in what way one can come home is purely esoteric and/or physically impossible, at least in my case. Isn't it?


In my case right now it is impossible to escape the overriding sense that it is both dulce and decorum to feel and believe that my home right now is not the place where I was born or have lived for a long period nor is it my headquarters nor my home base but it is a place where something is discovered, founded, developed, or promoted; a source and that thing is, An environment offering security and happiness; A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin and its source is the space occupied by Rose, in Texas. This will change in geographical terms but I am more resolved and convinced of right now than ever before that this will forever remain. I have found home and she is about to come home to me.

Wow!

3 Comments:

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like to read your blog. It's funny that howardbrinick thought you must be lonely or something. Sorry if you are and you actually signd up.

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Blogger Half Lived said...

Anon - thanks for your comments and your insight. I am not lonely, I did not sign up. Am I real; am I in your head; am I you? If I am any of the above or none then can I or would I experience lonliness and be able to feel it if I could?

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