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Originally Posted by Starlight4
So I was watching the movie Garden State and the characters were talking about how they lost their sense of "home". They basically said that they grew out of the home they grew up in and wouldn't have a home again until they made a family of their own.
Have any of you guys ever reached an age/time where you felt like the home you grew up in was no longer your home and where you were at that time definitely isn't your home either?
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Yes. I haven't had a home in many many years. I lived with friends, family, and rented apartments...
I felt the same way about family. One of the reasons I stopped celebrating Christmas was because it wasn't MY family it was my father's family.
One day when I came home from a trip to LA (my childhood home) I was very relieved to see the NY skyline... it was then that I knew NY was now my home.
And now that I own a piece of Manhattan... I have a home again.
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