pomba gira Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 When you go back to the place you grew up... wherever you consider your hometown... what is the one sight (or sound, or smell... whatever!) that really makes you think, "Here I am... home again."? For me it's the Lodge freeway... driving between the walls from 8 mile to Wyoming. I have a crazy love-hate thing for Detroit, but when I hit that stretch of road... that's home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Simon Bar Sinister Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 home is where the bills are. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jynxxxedangel Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 (edited) Driving down Interstate 470, and seeing the hills of Ohio turn into the mountains of West Virgina. Edited December 17, 2009 by jynxxxedangel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joey Deadcat Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 Taquerias, Mexican ice cream vendors in the neighborhood, Vernor traffic, Duly's Coney Island.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nate Kriepp Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 Parky's Hotdogs (Oak Park, Illinois). If ever I die of a heart attack, it better be after eating at Parky's. Any other heart attack would be lame. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
torn asunder Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 honestly, this town has never felt like home to me, so i can't answer this question. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AstralCrux Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 I dunno.... This is the first time I've had, what I consider a stable home environment. But, the housefire 2 years ago throws the sense of home out the window for me. Eventually, it will seem more like home, I hope. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
taysteewonderbunny Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 Anywhere Spook wraps his arms around me feels like home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bean Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 (edited) I guess anorexics, drunks and people screaming at each other remind me of where I grew up. Where I'm living now is the only place that has ever felt like home. Edited December 17, 2009 by bean Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
torn asunder Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 i was wrong - i did think of one thing - the smell (and eating thereof) of my grandmother's cooking! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
n0Mad Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 Anywhere Spook wraps his arms around me feels like home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StormKnight (1) Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 (edited) Warm, sandy beaches, the sound of surf, and the feel of sun against my skin. Middle of the Pacific. Also, where all types of sushi are available. Including Spam sushi. Edited December 17, 2009 by StormKnight Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Megalicious Posted December 18, 2009 Report Share Posted December 18, 2009 Smog. MOUNTAINS. Wearing a tank top and flip flops on Christmas. King Taco - In and Out - Bakers!! (though I have to go inland for that that but its SO GOOD!!!) Gum on the side walks. The wonderful, peaceful, majestic sounds of in the Santa Anas while lying in bed during fall/winter. (sometimes walking in them if they aren't that crazy). The smell sound and taste of the beach in the early morning - when I say taste I mean the slight salt taste constantly present on you lips when breathing in the ocean air. My Grandmothers MENUDO!!!! (and good mexican food in general, without having to drive an hour to Mexican Town). Coming home to all the boys gathered on our porch/front yard, being silly, joking, laughing and just being loving towards eacht other- I am grateful for seeing a part of that world that allows me to view things in a different light - they are loving, they are compassionate, they are like brothers, they are, underneath all that damage, GOOD PEOPLE. The LOUD sound of the the #762 buses that would often wake me up in the morning. The smell of Gravity- at one point all the guys wore it - they smelled like a bunch of french whores LOL. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Msterbeau Posted December 18, 2009 Report Share Posted December 18, 2009 Where my bed and my stuff is.. is home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lillylu29 Posted December 18, 2009 Report Share Posted December 18, 2009 Anywhere Spook wraps his arms around me feels like home. awwww how cute I dont really have a hometown... I grew up in a semi truck. 46 states by the time I was 9 and canada. So I guess you can say I do miss the travel and good greasyspoon truckstop food. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lOki Posted December 19, 2009 Report Share Posted December 19, 2009 home is always where the heart is . . . . where ever you make home is home . . . where ever you feel your relaxed (aka if you dont feel comfy going number 2 thats not home) . . .lloll i feel comfy in chicago with my family but now im gona move on and make my own home somewhere else. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rev.Reverence Posted December 19, 2009 Report Share Posted December 19, 2009 Taquerias, Mexican ice cream vendors in the neighborhood, Vernor traffic, Duly's Coney Island.... Ah...I went to high school on Scotten. Smog. MOUNTAINS. Wearing a tank top and flip flops on Christmas. King Taco - In and Out - Bakers!! (though I have to go inland for that that but its SO GOOD!!!) Gum on the side walks. The wonderful, peaceful, majestic sounds of in the Santa Anas while lying in bed during fall/winter. (sometimes walking in them if they aren't that crazy). The smell sound and taste of the beach in the early morning - when I say taste I mean the slight salt taste constantly present on you lips when breathing in the ocean air. Fuck yeahz Mega...sandals on Christ-mass... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rev.Reverence Posted December 19, 2009 Report Share Posted December 19, 2009 awwww how cute I dont really have a hometown... I grew up in a semi truck. 46 states by the time I was 9 and canada. So I guess you can say I do miss the travel and good greasyspoon truckstop food. ...damn...someone DID move more than me... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raev Posted December 22, 2009 Report Share Posted December 22, 2009 When I find home, I'll let you know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shade Everdark Posted December 23, 2009 Report Share Posted December 23, 2009 Rolling hills. Endless cornfields. Hundreds of cows. Badly-accented, backwoods, closed-minded, self-important rubes. Ah, Bonduel. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lillylu29 Posted December 25, 2009 Report Share Posted December 25, 2009 ...damn...someone DID move more than me... maybe ill travel to the last few before I die LOL.... I wouldent mind traveling again. I often wonder if I should just get my CDL and drive. but im horrable with directions Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gauge Posted December 26, 2009 Report Share Posted December 26, 2009 not that i consider my dads house home but i did realize when i went back last week that i still now just where to step/hop to miss the creeks in the floor and the odd smell of clean and . . . maybe cologne that is unmistakably my dads house Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pomba gira Posted December 26, 2009 Author Report Share Posted December 26, 2009 maybe ill travel to the last few before I die LOL.... I wouldent mind traveling again. I often wonder if I should just get my CDL and drive. but im horrible with directions That's what GPS is for! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Siren* Posted January 7, 2010 Report Share Posted January 7, 2010 The smell of whiskey brewing in the morning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AmieLamie Posted January 20, 2010 Report Share Posted January 20, 2010 Taquerias, Mexican ice cream vendors in the neighborhood, Vernor traffic, Duly's Coney Island.... That's where I live now! For a while, maybe a year or so, I went to Duly's every single day for lunch. Ah...I went to high school on Scotten. Hah! Me too!! Well, originally I was at Chadsey. And for what I call home, I guess anything between Livernois and Addison, around Mcgraw St. More specifically between Lonyo and Addison, that's where I grew up for the majority of my life, unfortunately. Also, I suppose I would consider Chadsey home, although I never really felt safe there, it's a very familiar place. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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