Monday, January 26, 2009


In my little room here, everything is in the spot it belongs. It is orderly, predictable, safe. Laughter waltzes in through the open door: bubbling giggles that explode into shrieks. I can go join in the wild dance of hilarity, but I can also stay right here, and chuckle to myself.

I had forgotten how much I love living with these people. Greeting these people is greeting family, even though the people I left are family, too. Coming back is coming home, even though the place I left is home, too. Where do I belong? Nowhere, everywhere.

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