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Friday Five

1. What makes you homesick?
You know, when I was a kid, I got homesick staying two houses away from my own. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, crying, and my parents would have to come and take me home.

So now, I don't get homesick much anymore. At some point, I just grew out of it, and once upon a time, I slept in strangers homes (okay, they were online friends, but people I'd never met before!) every month or so.

But things that make me homesick -- thinking of my kittens. The smell of the ocean. Thinking about the home I grew up in in Portsmouth.

2. Where is "home" for you? Is it where you are living now, or somewhere else (ie: Mom & Dad's house, particular state/city)?
"Home" for me is two places. The apartment I'm in now, with my husband. But "Home" for 20 years was that house in Portsmouth. I'm a Rhode Islanda at heart (though I was born in Alabama!), and will always be.

3. What makes it home for you? People? Things?
Definitely NOT things. People. Habit. Familiarity. The latter probably even more than people, but not quite.

4. Where is the furthest you've been from home, miles-wise?
That's easy. Alicante, Spain. I don't think we went much further east than that on our trip. I have no idea how many miles that is from home, though. A lot.

The farthest west was Red Rock Canyon on my recent Vegas trip.

5. What are your plans for this weekend?
Meera's right, it is the Friday Four with "What are you doing this weekend?" at the end.

I am going to see Anne tonight and we're having our Chow Yun Chat. Then tomorrow morning I have to write out the checks I've been neglecting to send before my ftf Amber game, WEF. Sunday is the bookclub in the morning if I've finished the book, followed by Mamma Mia at the PPAC, and then then the Sunday game.

Whoosh, busy weekend!

Comments (1)

It occurs to me that the reason I don't subscribe to this particular blogmeme is because I'm somewhat morbid on most of their subjects.

Where is home? I always think of death as "coming home." Other than that, I've had to live in so many temporary locations, I have to bring any home with me, in my head. You can't get homesick without being decapitated, that way.

Pleasant stuff. And let's not talk about the cooking questions... [grinning]

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