Yesterday, I was filming a triathlon held on a military base to raise money for the families of service members killed or wounded in action. It was an important day, the 10th anniversary of 9/11. It got me thinking about what home is about.
Home is the place you love, the place you hate. The place you seek to find, and the place you try to escape. The boring, prosaic, mundane, insipid place you long for after a long journey in another land. The place you sometimes want to claim with pride, and the place that can make you feel deeply ashamed.
Dorothy’s Kansas, Ray’s Georgia. Perhaps it’s some clannish instinct to feel an emotional connection to a geographic community rather than a group of people that share common interests, which the Internet Age is supposedly bringing together, but I think that it encourages us to recognize, that because we live next door to one another, we naturally share interests: the well-being of ourselves and those around us.
It is our responsibility to maintain it. It is for us to keep the hearth fires burning and winter at bay.
Home is the place you love, the place you hate. The place you seek to find, and the place you try to escape. The boring, prosaic, mundane, insipid place you long for after a long journey in another land. The place you sometimes want to claim with pride, and the place that can make you feel deeply ashamed.
Dorothy’s Kansas, Ray’s Georgia. Perhaps it’s some clannish instinct to feel an emotional connection to a geographic community rather than a group of people that share common interests, which the Internet Age is supposedly bringing together, but I think that it encourages us to recognize, that because we live next door to one another, we naturally share interests: the well-being of ourselves and those around us.
It is our responsibility to maintain it. It is for us to keep the hearth fires burning and winter at bay.
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