First of all, LOVE this song, and LOVE talking heads.
Second, this is so cozy, maybe the coziest Sunday Candy I’ve ever experienced - a perfect Thanksgiving read. I love the idea of home being a bond between two people. Home is such a vulnerable place, it makes more sense for it to be with another person rather than just a place. Because with a place, its the people that make the place feel like home.
“Something just feels familiar, like they could have always been there, like maybe they should have been… And it amazes me how even after some people go away, in whatever way, and they become like ghosts; somehow, some people, like some places, will always be home to me.” I resonate with this so much. I often remember of some people I grew up with, who I’m no longer in touch with, and they felt like my home to me too. And it wasn’t just their physical homes, but their friendship. I miss them, but that memory of them is still comforting, like we never grew apart.
Does this friend in the beginning of the story at the pho restaurant with you feel like home? Also, I need to dress up my pho with hoisin and sriracha, I’m always intimidated by them. Also, I haven’t ever been served a lemon with mine…usually just lime…unless I’m remembering wrong…its been a while actually. But damn, home cooked pho sounds amazing too. I feel the sense of home from your friends house. Do you think that food cooked by a friend or friend’s family adds to the sense of home within that relationship?
"maybe the coziest Sunday Candy I’ve ever experienced"
EVER??? 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨 That's a lot to process.
"I miss them, but that memory of them is still comforting, like we never grew apart."
This is such an interesting and lovely sentiment. I wish I felt it like that, it's sweet.
Put ALL the things in your pho! Sriracha, bean sprouts! jalapeños!, etc. It is definitely normally lime, but I'm guessing they were just out. It is the perfect season for pho. I had a whole paragraph describing it and then I had to zoom out and be like okay, Sandra, this is in fact, not a piece all about the pho, let's not spend so much time in all these food details! Might have to just do a whole series on food sometime. Food is fun to write about.
I think food, especially home-cooked plays a major role in many ways in that sense of home, especially it being so tethered to memory and care.
This made me think about the places and people I once called home but no longer; and the people and places that now feel like home because I cultivated them.
Wow, here I was thinking how enjoyable and memorable our call on Thursday was, and wishing for it to be somehow saved and the topics expanded on, and with this you perfectly captured what I felt, and more.
Also, love you used that song as title, so accurate and so close to my heart (including Sorentino's take on it).
Yes, such different flavors each new interaction is, indeed, but you're definitely one of the people I feel at home with since the beginning :)
Oh, it is saved in my memory bank for good so you can borrow my brain if you ever forget about it. Or do a little memory alchemy. Not sure ALL those topics need expanding 😅 🙈
[!!!! I haven't seen that movie in SO long. Due for a revisit. I used to love Sean Penn's acting. Also, his film Into the Wild.]
The essay very perfectly explains how, temporal attachments with places, people, voices, sights, smells , can lead to permanent feeling of home, when genuine . Loved it.
Wow, how did I miss this piece
the universe was waiting for the right moment to deliver it to you!
First of all, LOVE this song, and LOVE talking heads.
Second, this is so cozy, maybe the coziest Sunday Candy I’ve ever experienced - a perfect Thanksgiving read. I love the idea of home being a bond between two people. Home is such a vulnerable place, it makes more sense for it to be with another person rather than just a place. Because with a place, its the people that make the place feel like home.
“Something just feels familiar, like they could have always been there, like maybe they should have been… And it amazes me how even after some people go away, in whatever way, and they become like ghosts; somehow, some people, like some places, will always be home to me.” I resonate with this so much. I often remember of some people I grew up with, who I’m no longer in touch with, and they felt like my home to me too. And it wasn’t just their physical homes, but their friendship. I miss them, but that memory of them is still comforting, like we never grew apart.
Does this friend in the beginning of the story at the pho restaurant with you feel like home? Also, I need to dress up my pho with hoisin and sriracha, I’m always intimidated by them. Also, I haven’t ever been served a lemon with mine…usually just lime…unless I’m remembering wrong…its been a while actually. But damn, home cooked pho sounds amazing too. I feel the sense of home from your friends house. Do you think that food cooked by a friend or friend’s family adds to the sense of home within that relationship?
So much LOVE. Candy for the holidazZzzZze.
"maybe the coziest Sunday Candy I’ve ever experienced"
EVER??? 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨 That's a lot to process.
"I miss them, but that memory of them is still comforting, like we never grew apart."
This is such an interesting and lovely sentiment. I wish I felt it like that, it's sweet.
Put ALL the things in your pho! Sriracha, bean sprouts! jalapeños!, etc. It is definitely normally lime, but I'm guessing they were just out. It is the perfect season for pho. I had a whole paragraph describing it and then I had to zoom out and be like okay, Sandra, this is in fact, not a piece all about the pho, let's not spend so much time in all these food details! Might have to just do a whole series on food sometime. Food is fun to write about.
I think food, especially home-cooked plays a major role in many ways in that sense of home, especially it being so tethered to memory and care.
OoOoO I would love to read a whole piece from you on food --- all your favorite foods, in all the sensory detailsssssssssss 👁👃👄👂🤌 👁
beautiful as always <3
as always?! 🥲
This made me think about the places and people I once called home but no longer; and the people and places that now feel like home because I cultivated them.
"because I cultivated them" being so key. That's beautiful :)
Wow, here I was thinking how enjoyable and memorable our call on Thursday was, and wishing for it to be somehow saved and the topics expanded on, and with this you perfectly captured what I felt, and more.
Also, love you used that song as title, so accurate and so close to my heart (including Sorentino's take on it).
Yes, such different flavors each new interaction is, indeed, but you're definitely one of the people I feel at home with since the beginning :)
Oh, it is saved in my memory bank for good so you can borrow my brain if you ever forget about it. Or do a little memory alchemy. Not sure ALL those topics need expanding 😅 🙈
[!!!! I haven't seen that movie in SO long. Due for a revisit. I used to love Sean Penn's acting. Also, his film Into the Wild.]
Likewise ❤️ An honor to feel like home.
This was really really really beautiful, Sandra.
oh thank you for taking the time to read, Carina :)
Beautiful piece. And great song. I like the version by Sure Sure: https://open.spotify.com/track/6PuoZT4kgw5DrUEdnQ6e01?si=6163834054f44adb
Whoa, thank you for sharing, Vincent. I haven't heard that one yet. It's a fun vibe!
I really love these two versions
dad sports:
https://open.spotify.com/track/6boMti7c8LOJUPYP94pAAU?si=836c60b20a7b4279
and this one by iron & wine:
https://open.spotify.com/track/7dP4k5nDDwI1qMDoz5m0f6?si=8d59e3eb9fd94b33
Love this.
“At that moment, I think I felt my heart break twice; first, for him. Then, maybe, a little for me.” 💖
Ah--so interesting that this line stood out to you!
The essay very perfectly explains how, temporal attachments with places, people, voices, sights, smells , can lead to permanent feeling of home, when genuine . Loved it.
Thank you, Anfaal!
Genuine is definitely the keyword. I love your specificity of "temporal attachments."
This was the perfect piece i wanted to read before sleeping, made my night!
a bedtime read!! I love that.