On: Home (Sherlock ReDeux Tech - Day 2)

I made it home now and am so ready to go to sleep.

On my drive home I thought about my homes and which one I would write about: my parent's home, the home I'm making here, the home I had at school.

Sometimes I think about the home people build within one another. When are those homes built? Of what material? When do they burn down? Of nature is that fire? How does that e.e.cummings line go? "I hold your heart within my heart"?

My sister flew home tonight and right now, my family is all together under one roof. 700 miles south of me.  But at the same time - Maria leaves tomorrow and tonight might be the last time my family of Summer 2012 are all together under this one roof.

This will be the fifth consecutive Thanksgiving I've spent away from home.

Chels and Maria will both be gone tomorrow night, and I'll have this home to myself (ironically enough, a person I've never felt at home around).

I made it home now and it is time to go to sleep.

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[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)