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I heart you San Fran |
There are many ups and downs to living on the road. Home
currently being what one day we may call our car, then another our tent, or on
other days a friends house. What do we want to do today? With no ties to
schedules, time, or the humdrum of work, with only the weather being a major
determiner of where the day may lead us, this is a major up to our current
living conditions. Despite the beauty of all that, being away from our actual
“home”, which for 9+ years we’ve considered the Bay Area, and also the
community and loved ones we have in Nevada City where we grew up, has been
looming larger on us as each day goes by.
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There is nothing, anywhere, like the Yuba River |
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Downtown NC |
It’s funny,
the concept of home. For so long, when people would ask me where home was, the
automatic answer was always Nevada City, even though at this point I’d been
living in the Bay Area for a number of years. Maybe it took building strong
enough ties to people, or the city itself, or just finding my personal niche
amongst what was once a foreign place to me, but suddenly it felt right to call
the Bay Area home. The thing is, I think the concept of home isn’t necessarily
where you may be physically living at any given time, it has more to do with
that obsolete place that you feel the most connected and drawn to (although, in
a perfect world these two collide). When I was younger, that place was always wherever
I lived with my Mom. While we moved around to a few different houses in Nevada
City when I was a kid, I remember each one providing that feeling of sanctity,
with my Mom being the common denominator. As I grew older and out of the house,
it took a while to shake that life-long home is where my Mom is thread (which I
think no matter how old I get, will always be there to a degree), and find a
home of my very own.
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Our lovely living room |
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Our breakfast nook |
At
this point and age, I am finding myself transfixed all over again with the problem
of finding that place to call “home,” in that I’m torn. Choosing between that
place that Bree and I have grown connected to and love, or that place that in
our hearts has always felt like home, is frickin’ hard. One of the things we
wanted to get from being out on the road for a few months was a sense of
clarity in this debate, but it’s not coming as easily as we hoped. I do know
one thing, that as much as my Mom provided that sanctity for me as a kid, I now
find that wherever I am living with Breelyn, gives it a feeling of home in
itself. Which is huge. It’s just finding that sense of community, aesthetic
beauty and built in activities we love (the ultimate home trinity) to complete the
home picture. Any advice?
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Love our kitchen
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Baby Baxter on our bed... |
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