Growing up I lived in two different homes. However, I was so young when my family first moved that I can only remember one. While I do consider America, New England, Massachusetts, and Marlborough my homes the most prominent image in my mind is the one of the space in which I grew up. Therefore, home to me is the actual house in which I lived for 17 years as well as my family.
Home, more specifically, is a safe place for me. Although my family and I, like any, have arguments it is a place in which I am completely free to argue and express my opinion whatever it may be. I can be myself totally and completely without fearing any rejection. I have three siblings and those bonds represent home.
More recently, however, I have made another home for myself here at Stonehill. The significance of this home is completely different from that of my family home. I came here knowing no one and had to forge new relationships and become a person separate from my parents. This new home, represents a new part of me and my life, independent, for the most part, of my life at home.
I bring a part of my family home to my new home and I anticipate that in the future both of these will affect the home I make for my own family. All in all, I suppose home is the sum of all experiences and relationships that are meaningful and influence who I am now.
Literature of the Black Atlantic
Required Texts
- Danticat, The Farming of Bones (1999)
- James, The Black Jacobins (1937)
- Johnson, Middle Passage (1990)
- Moore, The Penguin Book of Modern African Poetry: Fifth Edition (2007)
- Perez, Geographies of Home (1998)
- Temple, Literary Pan-Africanism (2005)
- Vera, Opening Spaces: An Anthology of Contemporary African Women's Writing (1999)
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1 comment:
I really like your description of home as something you consider as a "safe place." While I did not refer to home specifically as this in my post, I would have to say that my post on home aligned with a great deal of your same thoughts on the subject. I mentioned in my post how home to me was anywhere where I felt very comfertable or at ease, and I think a lot of what you're saying in your post hits upon this. Furthermore, it is also interesting that you mention that you have also forged another home at Stonehill, rather than made it your new home, as some other people have mentioned in their postings.
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