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[mynameischristine]

What do you miss about home when you're not there?

[There's a thoughtful pause, and she smiles.]

Wherever "home" is for you--is it a place? Something else?

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[kashaph]

— I travel.

( well, it's not a lie. )

That sounds right, though. You start wishing for something more vague than 'that house I grew up in,' or 'the beach I once bit a seagull at' — you feel more like a ghost, like that person before never really exists.

[mynameischristine]

[ She nods, smiling at them. ]

I think that's it, yes. It used to be, when I thought of home as a place, I thought of very specific places. The house where I grew up, my grandparents' house, the dormitories at the schools I attended.

I travel, too--great distances, my work requires it. And I find the farther away I get, the more general the idea of home as a place is. It's gone from specific buildings to cities to the planet as a whole. Sometimes it's even as simple as "very far away from where we are now."

[ ...Sorry, she can't help asking: ]

Did you bite a seagull once?