“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition” – James Baldwin
Have you ever had one of those mornings where you wake up and the first thought out of your head is “damn it”. And you start to question why you had to wake up? Well that was how my day began and that is generally a sign that I need to purge some thoughts so here goes.
I have started the process of moving. I have moved many times but each move had its own distinct rhythm. From Winnipeg to Calgary to Vancouver to Calgary to Vancouver to Montreal to Halifax to Toronto to Calgary to Vancouver Island to Calgary to Kelowna to Nanaimo and now back to Calgary. The one constant seems to be Calgary however when someone asks me where “home” is I just shrug and tell them in my head. Home, as James Baldwin so succinctly said, is a condition.
I quoted him because of the impact he had on my young mind. As an 11 years old, restricted to bed due to surgery for almost four months with limited access to TV I read voraciously. Comics get old pretty quickly so my reading was very eclectic. I had just finished an Edgar Cayce book so it was an easy transition to Baldwins “Go Tell It on the Mountain” which I gobbled up. Another brick in the foundations of my belief system. So to me it is easy to relate the concept of home as a condition.
The first time I moved myself was from Calgary to Vancouver, I was 16, it took me fifteen minutes to get a backpack together and hit the road. I was running away from the Alberta Eugenic Board letter that awaited my parents to get home from work. It took me another sixteen hours to hitchhike to Vancouver but I was on the run so didn’t care. I was moving and I made many moves in the next ten years.
When I left Toronto in 1976 I made up my mind at midnight and was on the highway by 6am. I had been driving a taxi in Toronto at the time but had slipped in the bathroom of the SRO I was living in and broke my foot. Couldn’t very well drive a cab with a cast on my gas pedal foot so it was a good time to head back west. I had a backpack, a sleeping bag, a suitcase on wheels tied to my belt-loop with a rope and $90 in my pocket.Continue reading “Is Home Where You Live…”