Searching for a Home :: Personal Narrative Essays

Searching for a Home   I arrived home on sunlight night, from a two week pass, which was nice in that we went to very nice places, and in that I had, for the first time in a while, the sort of vacation which did not involve a lot of driving around and which really succeeded in making me feel that I was gone, out of my real life, away, for a while. However, I did not succeed in accomplishing the mental task I had set out for myself for these two weeks.   This task was I suppose a variant of the mutual mental task I set for myself while traveling, anywhere, even for a short distance or a short time to look at my life from as much distance as I can, to get a sense of the shape of the forest, removed from the detail/muddle of tree later tree, and to see what, if anything, needs to be changed, and maybe even how to change it. For me, actually, there always seems to be something that needs to be changed. This time in my travels, the questions I was severe to resolve, the ne w perspective I was trying to arrive at--not, by a long shot, for the first time--had something to do with the quotation marks Ive put around the intelligence home.   To put it very simply, I dont feel at home here. Id like to go home, but Im not sure where that is. To make matters worse, Ive been wondering about this for some(prenominal) years, like maybe fifteen or twenty years, trying one place after another. Nothing seems to fit.   The fact that I know that this is at least 50% an internal problem (i.e., at least as much a matter of where I am psychologically as physically) does not, alas, help me to dissolver the question. Its clear to me Ive come to focus on the question of place (the central question here being, where would I like to live for the rest of my life? where could I see myself living?) in the way that some people focus on Who Is the Right Person? or When/How/Why Must I upgrade Up? Not that I dont obsess over these little matters, too, just that they d ont take the central place in my reflections, most of the time.