I just watched Garden State with Annie and Marcia. It was, interesting, anyway. Well, most of you have probably seen it, but there was this quote, man, it was good.
Andrew: You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your shit that idea of home is gone.
Sam: I still feel at home in my house.
Andrew: You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
And that's....how I feel about home, how I've felt since I left last spring. Except, not so much with the missing thing, I rarely, if ever, miss things. I don't know if it's my tends-to-be-short attention span or exactly what, but chances are I'm not missing things. I find the whole missing people/things to be selfish, for myself at least. Why wish someone with me, when they could be out doing what they're supposed to be doing, and I'd be holding them back?
Andrew: You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your shit that idea of home is gone.
Sam: I still feel at home in my house.
Andrew: You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
And that's....how I feel about home, how I've felt since I left last spring. Except, not so much with the missing thing, I rarely, if ever, miss things. I don't know if it's my tends-to-be-short attention span or exactly what, but chances are I'm not missing things. I find the whole missing people/things to be selfish, for myself at least. Why wish someone with me, when they could be out doing what they're supposed to be doing, and I'd be holding them back?
Hey Phil
Thanks for the comments, the are teh awesome. Zach Braff reminded us of you a bit. Ah, good times with the girls, eh Phil?
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