Home

I'm still thinking about this whole concept of family. We saw Garden State last weekend and one of the great lines in the movie was family is just a group of people who miss the same imaginary place called home.

I'm not sure I concur with this line. Doesn't ever member of a family hold a unique longing for their personal imaginary place called home? Food is central in my image...fresh baked cookies, chicken and rice in wine sauce, iced tea with fresh mint, tacos with too much cumin. These things still make me feel home.

One of the dictionary definitions for home is: a place where one originates or is found.

I wonder if we sometimes get the originating and being found confused. Don't many of us return home hoping to be found.