I lived in the same house with my parents from 1983 until 1994 and prior to that I only remember one previous house. The time spent there makes it feel so familiar. As dysfunctional as my family became once I left for college I still enjoyed being at home until then. After my brother moved out it calmed down again and feels like home again. For that time when it was dysfunctional all I could think of was escape and it didn't feel like home. My dorm felt more like home to me then. Thinking back on it I've never really felt much out of place or not at home except the year we lived in LaCrosse and I was teaching. I had a very controlling mother, of one of my students, who called me at home all the time and had the principal wrapped around her finger. There was so much stress in my life from my teaching job then and I was pregnant so that I never could get settled. In fact I never completely unpacked even. When we moved away I had probably 25 boxes of stuff still unpacked.
Home for me I guess is where I feel safe and unassailed by outside stresses.
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