I don't know what constitutes for something to "feel like home," but I know there are some things that I can't really describe any other way.

When I contra dance with a certain friend, it "feels like home." I don't know why. He's a great friend of mine, though not someone I spend a lot of time with on a regular basis. I just know that when I contra dance with him, I can't describe it as any other way than "home."

There's a song called "The Quiet Things that No One Ever Knows." When I listen to it, it's like this sigh of..."home." I don't know why. The song doesn't sound reminiscent, the lyrics don't relate to my life, and I have never listened to it with my friends from home. Only, there's something about it that "feels like home."

Any time I'm in a room with all guys, it "feels like home." It's not because I used to sit in a basement with seven of them passing around a guitar till all hours of the night when I was in high school. It's not because of camping trips and milkshake runs and fire hackey and basketball and pillow fights. It felt like home before all that ever happened, before Phil and Ben and Thad and Garrick and Tim.

I don't know why random things feel like home. Maybe it's something comfortable about them, or  something about it makes sense to you because of a series of events in your life that isn't articulated clearly in your memory.

Sometimes the only thing that keeps you sane is that something "feels like home"...or the fact you'll be there soon....

My head has GOT to stay above water, at least for the month of October. If I, for any length of time, lose my focus and function, I don't know how I'll get things done. And as I say that, I'm completely bubbling with excitement at the prospect of a busy month. I like busy. I just wish I could function better within it. The only way to do that is to realize that I am not functioning on my own, not in any sense of the word.

Thank God.

Can someone please explain to me how a friendship occurs? We are so built for relationship, so what makes our friends the ones that became close to us?

When you find yourself in an environment where relationships are hard to build, it makes even your community of acquaintances feel like the safest place in the world.

Have you ever sat up until four in the morning just because some thoughts can only occur when the rest of the world is asleep? Do you fool yourself into thinking things because the rest of the world is asleep or because you should be asleep?

I am a ball of emotion with nowhere to invest it. My distractions flourish. I have papers to write. I have things to do. I have things on my mind. I have bruises on my legs (where the heck did those come from??) I should be asleep, but I just...can't...get there....