“A chair is still a chair
Even when there’s no one sittin’ there
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there’s no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight ”
Luther Vandross – A House Is Not a Home
Any place… Temporarily.
Everywhere I sleep or lodge turns into home.
Some were just places, hotels, friends’ apartments, “beach cabinet”… My parents’ house. A few felt better than others yet I never felt home, neither now that I’m on my own.
That feeling went lost a long time ago. I’ll always be searching, looking for a place to prove me wrong, hoping for this constant feeling to go away. Now I know for sure: it’s me.
I have two countries. One I truly know, it’s the place that saw me grow… The other, it’s the place where I was born. For me, the sense of home fades with aging, like a wooden floor, and houses are what’s left when the comfort is gone.
— ARobin, 24, Chicago
I dunno… sometimes it’s hard for me to find home, sometimes not. Usually it’s hard. In fact, I’ve come to think it’s this way because I’m indeed looking for it. That is, it’s when I’m not looking for it that I feel most at home in a space, which can be no space in particular really. If I come to realize that I’m in a place that I should derive a feeling of comfort and/or familiarity but don’t, I feel less at home…because I’ve become too aware of what “it” is, I believe.There are more or less two instances I can remember that point to some type of difference or designation between ideas like “home” and “house,” these are: moving outta the projects I grew up in at age 12 or 13; and, moving to Chicago. Both were outta my control, in theory, and I didn’t understand where I was going or why. Neither, was too strange for too long once I understood that I was…lost. Since then, most houses don’t feel like a home at all even my momma’s, more like spaces with varying degrees of comfort. It’s been annoying. But, I try to remember to forget, or that I don’t have total control, so I can feel at home. Maybe that’s why walking and getting lost were important and valuable for Thoreau and Solnit, they’re more natural and appropriate than anything else.— MMoore, 37, Chicago
The Home( )House Project is looking for opinions.
– How do you experience displacement: the evolving conceptualization of home and house?
– What is a HOUSE / What is a HOME?
– Have you ever visualized home without feeling at home or felt at home without a home existing being there?
– What is in it for you when the transformation, that occur when you travel and grow up, changes your persona? When your home feels like a house and yet your house doesn’t feel like a home?
Participants are invited to produce a paragraph that concerns the topic above described sharing their point of view (experience, feelings and/or thoughts) and to send it to: email@example.com
(include general info about yourself: name, age, city.)
Detailed PDF attached below.
“There it was: a pale yellow modernist house, perched precariously on the edge of San Francisco’s Telegraph Hill. As the hill eroded, so did the foundations of the house. At first, chunks of rock fell, then pieces of the house”. […] “When a beautiful house falls apart this way, the image of loss is grand and public, and it stays lodged in the mind. It stayed lodged in my mind for another reason: I loved that house once. It was where I spent my first night when I moved to San Francisco in 1976”.
Geography of Home, writings on where we live – Preface pp.11
“… Open your eyes and look outside, find a reasons why.
You’ve been rejected, and now you can’t find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don’t know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody’s home.
It’s where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside … ”
Avril Lavigne – Nobody’s Home
“[Diddy] … “A house is Not a Home”, I hate this song
Is a house really a home when your loved ones is gone…”
Diddy – Coming Home (ft. Skylar Grey)