It was just approaching Thanksgiving when I decided to make HOME the next theme for Broken Branches, and thought people could submit snaps from their holiday hometown visits. But now I realize it's more than that; that home is something I've been struggling with lately. I've officially lived in California as long as I lived in North Carolina and everything before that doens't even count. Now all I can think of is new homes and where to move next. In one short week, my old co-op Casa Zimbabwe in Berkeley will be closing down. I've lived there on and off for as long as I've lived anywhere in my adult life. Home is supposed to provide a sense of security and identity. As comfortable as my actual home or homes are, the idea and uncertainty of home makes me anxious. What is home? Dusty said in an email, "home is where the dog is."

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