Home

I watched the movie Garden State today. It was great. Apparently it was directed as well as written by one of the main characters, the guy from Scrubs. He was good in the movie, but Natalie Portman was even better. Sure, she's pretty cute. But she's a great actress. The way she was able to convey emotion was nearly authentic. Who knows, perhaps it was.

Not to deliver a spoiler here, but one statement made in the movie particularly hit home with me, because this has been how I've felt. The main character is sitting in a heated pool with Sam (Portman) and he's talking about coming home. He hasn't been home in 9 years, and he's telling her how he's discovered that it's not "home" anymore. He's got a place now where he sleeps and keeps his crap and lives out his day to day life, but it's not "home". Not a place that will give him the warm and safe feelings he experienced in his childhood.

And I feel that way. I don't have "home" anymore. And I want it. I just want the warmth, and the peace. I want the love. That's something that's built together, as a family. Who knows - maybe one day I'll have it. Maybe one day some house will become a "home".