"These words trailed me like a tin can strung from the back of a bicycle." So what's the membership, club, or service you belong to that grants you a lifetime supply of original, delightful and arresting metaphors?
I felt this essay deep in the marrow of my bones. Since leaving for university at age 18, I've floated from city to city for six years, finding myself in a new, somewhat unfamiliar bed every week or month. The freedom nomadic living provides can be enchanting, but I'm starting to crave the love and warmth of a home. Of a place I can call my home.
Thanks for sharing this Haley. It was so beautifully written with a lovely and deeply relatable message.
I really resonate with the sense of rootlessness and the craving for familiarity and belonging you capture so beautifully. I’ve moved more times than I can count. I haven’t felt like I had a home since I moved out to go to university at 17. It’s frustrating at times. To not feel I have a place. To lack any permanency.
I look forward to the period in my life when I plant roots. I suppose I trust it exists on my timeline somewhere.
Congrats on closing the house. It sounds perfect :) no more concrete quandaries. I hope you can fill it with art and friends and good memories.
Beautifully written Haley, as usual! Congratulations on the new home, that is so so exciting. I'm excited to read about how both you and your home will develop and grow over time. And thanks for giving me another thing to look forward to as I contemplate where I'm at now and where I want to go.
"These words trailed me like a tin can strung from the back of a bicycle." So what's the membership, club, or service you belong to that grants you a lifetime supply of original, delightful and arresting metaphors?
Haley!! I absolutely love this! Thanks for allowing me to a part of the journey! And for guiding us through this with your voice. What a treat.
How exciting for you! This is huge! A new chapter. A new you. How exhilarating!
I feel welcome. I feel loved. ❤️
Since Rick took the tin can passage I pick this one: “Homes are not just dwellings, they are our feelings taking form in the physical world.”
Love love love how this piece turned out. I’m with Tommy - it feels like home. 🏡
I felt this essay deep in the marrow of my bones. Since leaving for university at age 18, I've floated from city to city for six years, finding myself in a new, somewhat unfamiliar bed every week or month. The freedom nomadic living provides can be enchanting, but I'm starting to crave the love and warmth of a home. Of a place I can call my home.
Thanks for sharing this Haley. It was so beautifully written with a lovely and deeply relatable message.
What a beautiful essay Haley! And congratulations on the new home. Very happy for you!
What a beautiful piece Haley. Thrilled for your next chapter and grateful to get to read your phenomenal writing.
Haley, this essay felt like home.
I really resonate with the sense of rootlessness and the craving for familiarity and belonging you capture so beautifully. I’ve moved more times than I can count. I haven’t felt like I had a home since I moved out to go to university at 17. It’s frustrating at times. To not feel I have a place. To lack any permanency.
I look forward to the period in my life when I plant roots. I suppose I trust it exists on my timeline somewhere.
Congrats on closing the house. It sounds perfect :) no more concrete quandaries. I hope you can fill it with art and friends and good memories.
Also... apple cider. So underrated.
Beautiful essay as always.
Beautifully written Haley, as usual! Congratulations on the new home, that is so so exciting. I'm excited to read about how both you and your home will develop and grow over time. And thanks for giving me another thing to look forward to as I contemplate where I'm at now and where I want to go.