Home to Home


Actual feller we saw at the airport.

“Why do we do this to ourselves?” The Curmudgeonly Lion asked. “Go to Chicago during the winter. When it’s cold.

The question was largely rhetorical: it was the holidays so we were going home, even though we’d lived in California long enough for Los Angeles to feel like home. Home to Home.

We’re very lucky to have family who we’re on good terms with: I’m learning how this is more often the exception thanthe rule: that many of our friends struggle with the holidays when the cultural narrative lands heavily on cozy/love/family/home as the ultimate form of celebration and their own families are distant/toxic/dysfunctional/exclusionary which just about breaks my heart. I want to make them all my family so that our house is the Welcome Place where everyone gathers in all our weird, eccentric glory.

But for now we are traveling from home you home, trying to make plans to spend time with as many alonely friends as we can. Hopefully we can find a way to share some of our home-ness.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on December 22, 2018.

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