HOME for the summer


So Phyllis Copt and Mark Potts and my mom and other people have suggested I keep writing here, so I’ve decided to keep posting to this blog. It’ll be about –well, I’m not sure yet. My adventures of daily life (haha, how exciting!). No but really, I want to work on storytelling (and just writing/talking in general) and I really enjoy this medium.

So here we go:

I’m home for the summer! Ever since that first summer that I came home from Skidmore, I resisted calling Lawrence “home.”

“I’m back,” I said.

“I’m in Lawrence,” I said.

“I’m at my house,” I said.

(photo evidence of my never saying “home”) :


I think that home is where your people are, and because I’d made so many new friends at school, I had people in different places, and so which one was really “home?” And even though I was glad to be back for the summer, I really wanted to go back to school and hang out with the friends I’d just made there. At my school-home.

And when I studied in Denmark, it was totally unlike anything else I’d ever done before (and also the coolest best thing ever). Though it’s a Western European country, it feels really different from the US (from socialism to they-don’t-have-liquid-vanilla-extract-in-their-grocery-stores types of different). It took some getting used to, but by the end of my five months there, I felt like I knew Copenhagen so well too–but could I call it “home?”

After going to Skidmore for three years and studying abroad 4,649 miles away from Lawrence, living SO far from all the people I knew and making a totally new batch of friends, I can confidently call the house I live in and the community I live with in Lawrence, KS my home.

While I think it’s still true that “home is where your people are,” that’s a different type of home. (Sheesh, we need another word for that.) Your HOME dictates what type of person you’ll be, how you’ll grow up, and you’ll compare everything to that place when you go to other places (travel, other homes, etc.).

Supplementary photos of my summer at home to further illustrate my HOME and my people:

My HOME is Lawrence, KS, and it influences how I choose and interact with the other places I call home. When I’ve had the opportunity to move to a new home, I’ve looked for little bits of Lawrence every where I’ve gone/or at least compared it to Lawrence.

At Skidmore: Saratoga Springs is small but has a vibrant downtown (all 3×5 blocks of it), and I imagine the kids in the town have a similar childhood to mine. They play outside and are called in by a cowbell when it’s too dark. They walk through downtown on their way home from middle school and stop at a coffee shop, pretending they actually like drinking coffee. On Saturdays in the summer they go to the Farmers’ Market and socialize with the vendors who have watched them grow up.

And in Denmark: Copenhagen is a capital city of a Western European country, but in some ways, I think it’s like Lawrence too, or at least I gravitated towards parts that were like my HOME. By the end of my five months there, I knew all of the trainers at the gym, just like in Lawrence. I could spend hours outdoors, laying by the canal or walking around town, like I enjoy doing at Lakeview or downtown when I’m HOME.

–ooh guys–Saratoga Springs is like my childhood and Denmark is like my now? So I would enjoy moving to Denmark temporarily for now I think but really I want to settle down in a place like Lawrence to raise my family? — good lookin’ out I’ll definitely keep this in mind.

Further questions: Is a home simply where you’re born and raised? What if you’re born somewhere else and then are adopted? Or what if you’re raised in multiple places? (more thoughts: military family kids who are raised all over the world–how do you define home?) People who move to a new country–how do you define home? Do you have two separate places you call home/what do you consider your HOME? People who were raised on the streets–what do you consider home? Do you think of home in a home vs. HOME sense, like I do?

And when you do you call a new place HOME? Ever? Never? After how many years? Decades? Why do you change it? Because of a new start? A family? A new house?

I guess I’ll figure it out as I go, but for now, I’m proud to call Lawrence, Kansas my HOME.

Where/What/Who/??   is home for you?

good talk.



3 Comments Add yours

  1. rachelle pulkkila says:

    One of the most important things you learn while being away from home / traveling is that you can be happy anywhere. That it is up to you. The home thing is only a part of that… ? ? a good part 🙂

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  2. Brad Tate says:


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