I've realized that most of the songs on my recent playlists have to do with the idea of home. So many people have a different concept of what a home is. One of my favorite movies, the indie Zach Braff movie Garden State, home is explained in this way:
You'll see one day when you move out. Just sorta happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know? You won't ever have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself. You know, for ..You're your kids. For the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I don't know. But I miss the idea of it, you know? Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
Home has always been where my family is. Where the people i love the most are together within a secluded place where we can be ourselves, not be judged, not try to be something we're not. It just feels right; away from the pressures of the world and trying to fit in and trying to be successful. This concept of home has been ingrained in me for so long that i love it and can't picture myself shifting to some alternate definition of home. But lately I've been wondering, can 'home' be found with a person? As scary as it sounds, I think it can be found with someone you can be yourself with, it becomes like a perfect ideal. My new internship is with the management/licensing company that represents Ingrid Michaelson. I've been listening to her CD pretty much 24/7 and her song "Are We There Yet?" basically summarizes everything i've been feeling...
They say that home is where the heart is.
I guess I haven't found my home,
and we keep driving round in circles
afraid to call this place our own
and are we there yet?
home, home, home.
where you, lie on the rug. and I, play with the dog.
as simple as it is; i hope that is my future home. to be content, in someone else's presence forever.
You'll see one day when you move out. Just sorta happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know? You won't ever have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself. You know, for ..You're your kids. For the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I don't know. But I miss the idea of it, you know? Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
Home has always been where my family is. Where the people i love the most are together within a secluded place where we can be ourselves, not be judged, not try to be something we're not. It just feels right; away from the pressures of the world and trying to fit in and trying to be successful. This concept of home has been ingrained in me for so long that i love it and can't picture myself shifting to some alternate definition of home. But lately I've been wondering, can 'home' be found with a person? As scary as it sounds, I think it can be found with someone you can be yourself with, it becomes like a perfect ideal. My new internship is with the management/licensing company that represents Ingrid Michaelson. I've been listening to her CD pretty much 24/7 and her song "Are We There Yet?" basically summarizes everything i've been feeling...
They say that home is where the heart is.
I guess I haven't found my home,
and we keep driving round in circles
afraid to call this place our own
and are we there yet?
home, home, home.
where you, lie on the rug. and I, play with the dog.
as simple as it is; i hope that is my future home. to be content, in someone else's presence forever.
Here's a video of her performing this song ( I love how she's wearing pj's :)
