Nina de Casa

I spent the afternoon today researching the definition of home. Spent it, rather than wasted it. The afternoon I mean. Anyhow, I realized something new about Steve Erkel from Family Matters. Every time that Carl Winslow got fed up with Steve's shennanigans he'd explode into a fit of "GO HOME STEVE!"'s. No wonder the poor kid was always at the Winslow household. That was where he considered home to be, not his house with the parents we were never introduced to. I thought that was a nice little epiphany. This past week I focused on family networks as an extension of home (i.e. divorced parents beginning new relationships and branching out the family pods, the adoption of boyfriends as sons by mothers, the tendency to call close friends of the family great uncle so and so). Dealt a bunch with last week's idea of memory (me mori) and completely lost track of my being in Florence. Focusing all your energies on mapping out the various 'homes' you've had can do that to you- something about having to recall where in the house you felt most uninhibited and comfortable, and expunging this from your system in line forms really takes it out of you. All in all, a reflective week filled with mountain yelling, joining our fibers with those of the earth and realizing that I am not what you'd call a homely girl in nature, but rather Una Nina de Casa.
`Nicole