"home"

Whenever I think of the concept of "home" I think of this quote from Garden State:

Largeman: You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.
Sam: I still feel at home in my house.
Largeman: You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

I used to really appreciate that, especially when I was super emo & brooding over my parents' separation. I guess I still agree with it in a lot of ways. Anyways, this post isn't about being emo!

I'm at my mom's place now. The move was decent - there was no fighting (at least between me & mom or me & kevin) and my stuff all fit in the trailer ok. Although it has been sitting in the trailer all day today in the rain. There was a tarp covering it -- I really hope that my stuff kept dry. The reason it stayed in the trailer was because my stuff is going to my dad's place and we couldn't drop it off yesterday or today.

So here I sit, in my mom's house - wearing the same clothes as yesterday because all my clothes are in the trailer, under the tarp. I guess this is a taste of having only the clothes on your back. And an iBook. and a cell phone. and an uncashed GST check. anyways... i'm blabbering.

I had a good few final days in Kingston. I will post more about that later. As it turns out, people in general all across the board appreciate 3 things about me. I will write about this later.