The Good Stuff

I may or may not have been Joni Mitchell in a previous life.

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
And your face sketched on it twice

Reincarnation aside, I've often wondered what "home" really means. I was born in the US, raised in Canada, spent some time in Sweden, lived out my summers in Syria and I'm now currently kicking it in Kuwait. What I'm trying to say is that I've never really had a place I call home. 

I'm not speaking about "home", as in the house you live in with your parents, roommate, partner etc. I'm talking about home on a much larger scale. It could be an entire country, it could be a single street in the corner of some obscure town (You know, one of those places that still think "Apples" & "BlackBerries" are fruits).  Home could also be someone's arms, or a distant memory. I don't really know, the definition of anything differs from one person to the next. I'd like to think we all eventually find our way home.

Me? 

I'm still looking for a home.

Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
And still be on my feet

Side note: life is not fair. 

Nursing her drink,

S.

PS - The lyrics to this song kill me.

PPS - I have no idea why I'm being such a woman lately. I think it's the 'Month of Love'... it's getting to me.