Songs For Your Day

My parents have very recently moved back to Muncie, Indiana, from Paris which means I’m not sure when I will return again.  It’s a bittersweet goodbye, but I’ve found myself more excited what this means for my future than what it means about not being able to visit my past.  I’ve slowly grown away from Paris as my home for the past three years and so now, with an official break, I can put roots into a new place.

When one has moved to different cities, states, and countries many times it becomes harder and harder to do so with each move.  It’s not that it is too difficult or painful to do, you just stop knowing how to plant yourself in a physical place.  This may be the case for others, but for me I’ve called other things home.  Songs, books, and friends become easier to invest in, and are less likely to dissappear as easily as a house can when you change residence.  My sophmore year summer I quickly came to call Devendra Banhart a type of home (a very weird and kooky home), and when I can’t return to a physical place it’s nice to come back to him.

It’s like finding home
In an old folk song
That you’ve never ever heard
Still you know every word
And for sure you can sing along

Rebecca P.