Home - 1. a house, apartment or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family or household.
2. the place in which one's domestic affections are centered.
In one sense I am coming home today, that would be the the sense expressed in the first definition above. If any place can be called my usual residence in the past several years, then the Berkeley apartment qualifies. Today after 112 days of remodeling, I am moving back in. Pictures to follow soon.
Domestic affections is another thing entirely. I don't really know if I simply no longer feel such emotions or just currently have no interest in that direction. Semi-nomadic feels comfortable and not at all foreign as I had anticipated. This gives me something to ponder as I place my minimalist domestic stuff in the renewed space high up in the low clouds of Berkeley.
Remember Coming Home (Fonda, Voight, Dern) one of the first two major films that took on the subject of the Vietnam War. They both came out in 1978, less than three years after the U.S. exit from Vietnam; the other film was The Deer Hunter (DeNiro, Walken, Streep). The picture below is the one most remember from Coming Home, Fonda and the crippled veteran she falls in love with Jon Voight. The picture at the top is of Fonda and Bruce Dern, her husband; the other factor in the film's equation. I much preferred The Deer Hunter but no one would have got the reference if I titled this post - Searching for Bambi?
Nevermind, nothing to see here, move along.
Nevermind, nothing to see here, move along.
And yes the apartment is nearly 100% new, so what am I bitchin' about?
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2 comments:
You're bitching about that it took so bloody long — and, I believe, that there's still stuff that needs doing.
But yah, enjoy!
Ah Mira. I can always count on you to find the darker lining in the dark clouds.
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