Word: home
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Harrisburg this summer. "Home." My friends are all back in Maryland. I remember the first jolt of jealousy, when I received an e-mail message from a friend enthusiastically recounting a night out. In Bethesda. At home. And here I am, eating in an unfamiliar kitchen. Every night, I go to sleep staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of my own bedroom. It's funny how you can get used to a ceiling. Behind the house, when the moon is full, sometimes I hear a chorus of unfamiliar dogs...
...glow of my old pink bedroom. Pink wallpaper, pink canopy bed, pink curtains. Six when I picked the hue, I lived with it for 12 years. I quickly tired of it, but never convinced my parents to change it. Now, staring at the plain white walls of my new home, I miss the overwhelming, childish wash of color, remembering how my voice echoed off pinkness in that room. There is something institutional about these walls. Bigger and lighter and emptier and colorless, this house, in spite of its more modern subtleties. It's a house whose rooms have...
...driving through strange neighborhoods, waiting at stoplights whose pauses I do not know, again I am struck by the absence of variance, of movement, of the spectrum I unknowingly came to treasure in my cosmopolitan childhood home. I am alone here. Always accused of being a magnet for disease, a walking accident, it occurs to me that I may have unconsciously picked up another malady...
...world. My father changed jobs spring of my sophomore year of high school and began working in Harrisburg. My mother and I stayed in Bethesda, Md., so I could finish high school in the same place I'd started it. He commuted home on weekends. And after I graduated, they moved...
...Harrisburg this summer. "Home." My friends are all back in Maryland. I remember the first jolt of jealousy, when I received an e-mail message from a friend enthusiastically recounting a night out. In Bethesda. At home. And here I am, eating in an unfamiliar kitchen. Every night, I go to sleep staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of my own bedroom. It's funny how you can get used to a ceiling. Behind the house, when the moon is full, sometimes I hear a chorus of unfamiliar dogs...