conversation with a side of irony...
Occasionally I volunteer at the NY Public Library for their special events, usually lectures and readings and such. Tonight I was volunteering at this event titled "Who's Afraid of Iran?" Several women spoke/read/sang and it was all very interesting, but what particuarly caught my attention was what they spoke about "home."
One woman was speaking about Iran and how she moved away early to pursue studies, but always longed to go back. She said something about home being intensified/romanticized after it is gone. I think (well, I know) I do this with my childhood home. Because we don't live there anymore I can make it this mythical place. I often wonder if it would be different if my parents still lived there and if I continued living there in high school.
But it seems it is perhaps just us moving away that makes us romanticize our "home." If we went back and lived there it would not be the same. So I suppose we carry it with us more than anything and that keeps it alive and sacred.
For some reason this entry isn't as coherent as I would like it to be, but I am getting sleepy. I will write again when I am not half-asleep.
sc :)
One woman was speaking about Iran and how she moved away early to pursue studies, but always longed to go back. She said something about home being intensified/romanticized after it is gone. I think (well, I know) I do this with my childhood home. Because we don't live there anymore I can make it this mythical place. I often wonder if it would be different if my parents still lived there and if I continued living there in high school.
But it seems it is perhaps just us moving away that makes us romanticize our "home." If we went back and lived there it would not be the same. So I suppose we carry it with us more than anything and that keeps it alive and sacred.
For some reason this entry isn't as coherent as I would like it to be, but I am getting sleepy. I will write again when I am not half-asleep.
sc :)
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