The Designs of Humanity

Sometimes I think about who we are.


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“You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. … You’ll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it’s just gone. And you can never get it back. It’s like you get homesick for a place that doesn’t exist. I mean it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that’s all family really is – A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.”
-Zach Braff, Garden State

this hits home, pardon the expression. my family’s beginning to reach the point where we all have to go our separate ways. it’s not at all that we don’t feel home when we’re together, but pretty soon that place where my brother and i grew up will be gone as we know it forever. there’s still a house, but it’ll never again be what we will always want it to be. when someone asks me about some memory from my past, whatever variation of nostalgia it brings, i’ll probably bring up the images in my mind starting with standing in the very life of our house.
i never used to understand what was so cool about driving past the house my dad grew up in, but now i know. and someday my kids will wonder what the big deal is when i point at a house as we drive by that place i’ll still call home.


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