I return "home" to a new house, with a woman and two kids I have never spent more than an hour with prior my arrival. I have no place of my own, no history embedded in these walls or floors, no memories of these people, and more importantly, no memories of this new family formed through its rough collisions. We are currently softening the residue of these collisions, but I think it will be incomplete even after the children had left. There is just too much history that cannot be forgotten; there is no Pandora's safe and history has a way of catching up to the present. Hopefully the force of time and human kinship will knit strands of familial connectiveness.
In this new home, I sleep in the living room (the common room?) next to the wall; downstairs, as my new brothers and old brother sleep above, with my father and my new "mother" (purely in the legal sense). This is not a complaint. Once again, this is not a complaint. But certainly, this is not home.
They are good people. She is too nice to her children, my dad too old to begin the long process of discipline. The children are happy, at least the youngest one is. The middles ones need to recognize the other as human, but they have four years to work on that.
In the meantime, I also graduated two weeks ago. I do not think it will "hit" me until the next time I see my peers, which is as always, "soon." At this point, I do not actually "miss" anyone, I think. It is simply a fact of life that people move away; we are largely passive creatures in that way, making our way through life alone, though people flit in and out. It proves that humans make weak anchors; there is only one foundation that is reliable, only one person. But then again, I think maybe this is only a condition that I placed on myself; perhaps for people who are good at keeping in touch with others, it is not like that. I don't know, but it certainly gives me pause to think about the weight I place on relationships. During our DR trip, the guys and I said that we would all actively try to pursue relationships, platonic and romantic. Peter already had us beat. *Cue Beyonce's, "All My Single Ladies."
On to lighter matters, I am trying to plan a roadtrip to San Diego and to Seattle from LA. Anyone wanna come? :)
in Jesus Christ,
Jae Han
3 comments:
When you say "the guys and I" you mean Peter and you don't you?
Um... I'm going on a roadtrip from L.A. to norcal? Except... I think you'll be in Princeton by then :/
I'm in Korea for the first time in my stupid life, and yes, I understand: we are never at home.
but for now, come to my berkeley (temporary) home. I'll show you around the town. This town is famous for many things. To name a few-- the original californian, local, organic cuisine and the ugliest college girls. (voted by Playboy magazine)
What luck...
At least we have kick-ass food. Who needs hoes?
love ezra
Not sure if you'll get this. You're not geeky enough. But your shirt reminded me of it.
http://www.xkcd.com/149/
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