At first I had no idea what the theme "home sweet home" would have to do with an English class. But now, now I get it...we made the comment in the capstone class on Monday, and possibly in Emergent Lit, (everything is running together at this point in time) but the comment was.."all roads lead to Rome." Well that's all nice and whatnot, but Rome is not my center, Home is my center and all roads can and do eventually lead to Home-Sweet-Sweet-Home. I threw an extra sweet in there because my home is real sweet.
We all have homes, some are closer than others, and the journey back is never the same. When we are lost, home is that saving grace that keeps us moving on. In sailing cultures home was mapped out in the skies. Often times 'true home' is associated in the sky, where we came from. Home is where our heart is, along with belongings from the past times at Ridgemont High, or in my case Crescenta Valley High. Home smells of warm grilled cheese sandwiches on sourdough bread, with a side of green grapes, and a glass of black cherry kool-aid. Home, the word is comforting when feeling lonely making it feel just a stones throw away when in fact it's 18oo miles, way to far for me to throw a stone.
But can home change? I believe it can't. Eventually everyone moves on, and the house that was made a home for one family turns into a home for another family. But home remains the same, it has to, if it didn't how would we know where to go? Home is inside of us, it can literally be a building with home decour throughout it, or it can be the place inside where we as individuals go to feel comfort. I head home down Lincoln after school Monday-Friday, but am I truly headed home? I'm convinced that home here now, at computer 217 on the second floor of the library. I'm convinced that when I get up, home will be on the stairs headed down to the lobby of the library, and so on an so forth. Home is where I make it. Sometimes life does get messy and home is not a concern during these times, well at least not a conscious concern. In order to reach home we must reach within and find it there.
We all have homes, some are closer than others, and the journey back is never the same. When we are lost, home is that saving grace that keeps us moving on. In sailing cultures home was mapped out in the skies. Often times 'true home' is associated in the sky, where we came from. Home is where our heart is, along with belongings from the past times at Ridgemont High, or in my case Crescenta Valley High. Home smells of warm grilled cheese sandwiches on sourdough bread, with a side of green grapes, and a glass of black cherry kool-aid. Home, the word is comforting when feeling lonely making it feel just a stones throw away when in fact it's 18oo miles, way to far for me to throw a stone.
But can home change? I believe it can't. Eventually everyone moves on, and the house that was made a home for one family turns into a home for another family. But home remains the same, it has to, if it didn't how would we know where to go? Home is inside of us, it can literally be a building with home decour throughout it, or it can be the place inside where we as individuals go to feel comfort. I head home down Lincoln after school Monday-Friday, but am I truly headed home? I'm convinced that home here now, at computer 217 on the second floor of the library. I'm convinced that when I get up, home will be on the stairs headed down to the lobby of the library, and so on an so forth. Home is where I make it. Sometimes life does get messy and home is not a concern during these times, well at least not a conscious concern. In order to reach home we must reach within and find it there.
My group has been blessed with the theme "Dulce Domum." Our search to find home and bring it to class seemed daunting at the beginng of the sememster. But now, how I can't wait to return home. We all have a six sense, and it's not the ability to see dead people. (that's a 7th sense for all that can). But our six sense is direction, some might also call this faith. In the movie Homeward Bound a trio of house pets: Chance, Sassy, and Shadow find themselves on an epic journey leading them over the Sierra Nevada Mountain and eventually into the arms of their young owners at their home. Shadow's "six sense" drives the old golden retreiver to head up and over the 10,000+ high peaks on his journey home. His desire to return to where he started lies within his duty as a dog to be loyal to his master--Peter a young boy.
Chance, a younger pitbull, doesn't have the loyalty based drive because of his time spend in lockup aka the pound. His master Jamie, the youngest of the pet owners, and him have yet to make the enternal bond between man and dog. It takes hundreds of miles, and weeks of separation to bring these two young souls together.
Sassy is owned and loved by Hope, a fitting name for a character in a story about the hope to return home. Her despise for Chance and pride in being a feline eventually catches up with her sending her over a waterfall and what seems like her untimely death, only to be rescued by a nice mountain man, eventually reconnecting with her two canine counterparts.
On this journey all the animals learn something about themselves and their relationship with one another. They learn that the journey is not just time spend searching for home, but that it is part of home.
You're never to old to find the way Home.
~L.
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