HOME: The Epic Journey comes to a halt.

What does HOME mean to you?

The word ‘home’ means something different to every being. We must stop imposing our own meanings onto other folks and their lives. It is time to shut the curtains, lock the front doors and turn on the front stoop light. Next sit down in the rocking chairs of the living rooms of our minds and begin writing. Well, that is my game plan at least.

Facebook and EGOS are silent killers of our generation. We can each choose to play the game or press pause or walk away.

<Recently I have come to this actualization of false institutions of words and more specifically of the word ‘home’ that has been so mind-blowinginly bittersweet that I must write this entry to present my ideas and myself to whoever out there is listening…>

As some of you may know, I have been traveling around the country writing my own adventure book. However, too much motion and not enough sleep makes for one very whacky girl ;) We are all magnets and the earth is one giant playground for the kinetically challenged! But before I get carried away with laws of the universe, let’s get back to HOME and what I’ve learned in the past few months.

For as long as I remember, I always lived by the saying ‘home is where the heart is’. However, our hearts are control centers for our emotions but emotions are not the only thing that drive us. Balance between logic and emotion make for sane humans. ‘Home’ in my mind (logic control center) is filled with notions of what the collective world associates with ‘Home’- in addition to my own associations. It also has a lot to do with psychological development. I grew up in a broken home and my little heart had shut the door on the family hearth. To me, home meant being with friends and creating ‘fun’ memories. I have been labeled a ‘party girl’ in my past life at BU.

What I’ve learned though is that words and labels hurt us emotionally. Especially other people’s labels and words. Slowly they become truths in our minds and we are what we believe. Party Girls don’t usually have good family groundings- well that is the false association that I’ve grown to perceive at least. There are always exceptions.

Today I had an exceptionally wonderful day with my family. My father and I spent  some time together in the yard chatting about life as we nibbled on apples from our own tree. It was the first time we had connected on an adult level. 24 years in the making- a very special moment indeed. He even watched me dance to the boombox by the driveway before my mom and I drove him to catch his flight out of the country to return to his home and job in China. Afterwards my mother and I went grocery shopping and then grabbed pizza and a movie. We saw ‘The Social Network’. It’s that new movie about Mark Zuckerberg and the beginnings of Facebook. Being a first wave Facebooker from BU back in 2004, the flick definitely hit home.

The lesson learned from the film was that the reason for the success of Facebook is our human nature of being self-centered. We can’t help it. We like our egos and we go to all lengths to protect our egos from getting hurt. The question then becomes…how far will we go? We don’t get to 1 Billion Friends without making a few Enemies along the way. ‘Party Girls’ like myself easily make friends. How many can I actually trust in times of need? Only my heart knows the answer. True friends are the ones that our heart aches for when we are sad. The ones we miss at night and want to be safe. As I write this blog, my heart knows where home is for me. It’s not always at a set geographic place. It’s not always with my parents. It’s not always with my friends. It may be at a faraway land of fairytales and dreams. heh. What I do know is this: It’s always changing based on Time and our circumstances.

I’m finally home. Welcome Home Lucy Liu. Sweet Dreams.

Goodnight Moon.

E.T. Phone Home

“Lucy, I”m Home”

10/3/2010 12:25am EST

@1 year ago