Downwards

After lunch I walked to Penn Station. I wandered and sat for a while then got on a train. I took that train right all the way down to D.C. And, like I did through high school, I took the metro up and then a bus out to 'home'. I have been doing a fair amount of thinking about this whole notion of home. Fair amount meaning that for years now I've been playing around with what the word and concept mean to me. I am not sleeping in the house I slept in more than any other house. It's a funny thing, I haven't lived there in a long time and yet it's still the place that has the largest number of dreams dreamt. I'm realizing it is partially about the house. But the reason I love coming back to this area has less to do with the house than the overall place. For the first time I see an interesting element to always staying in one place.