Finding Home

in the Lehigh Valley

I can’t pretend to endorse, if only languidly, the typical abstractions that become appendages to the concept of what Home is. Is Home where the Heart is? My heart is behind my sternum (while I’m writing this at least), but, my abstract heart is many different places at many different times. Is Home where I live? Well, then, (at least at the time of this texts’ composition) I don’t really have that either. Could Home be where you were born, or raised? I was raised in two separate physical locations, but, the two locales are only separated by fifteen miles and I was very young when we settled where I would consider the place where I was raised; and I was born only fifteen miles away from either, making somewhat of an equilateral geographical triangle that, perhaps, I could call the space within, my Home; but, I wouldn’t say that, so much.

Maybe Home doesn’t have to be tethered to the physical spaces we've spent time in, maybe it can be more temporal, maybe Home is a time we’ve occupied. Perhaps that time has already passed, or maybe it hasn’t yet existed, or, maybe, it’s right now. And even still, perhaps that time that’s happening right now, then, is the Home, to you, of a time that hasn’t existed, yet, that is, in truth Happening right now.

Throughout my life the Home of my heart and the Home of my body have been many places and existed in many times and often that time hadn’t existed yet and in nearly all of those cases they either haven’t existed yet or the arrow of time has passed by.