home

i came to a realization... home is relevant, and very different for everyone.. you may think, um..duh.. BUT...there is a catch. this morning on my way to work i sat at a stop light taking in the scenes around me which included bustling freshman on the way to their 8am class, hungover seniors on the way home from the night before, navy men and women driving their way to work.. and one very very big truck driver, who of course.. was right next to me. so as i tried to keep my head straight, because we all know an awkward look from a truck driver is never great at 8 am...or any time of day for that matter...i noticed something barking.. ?!... i turned to look and this little old pug sat outside the passenger seat of the truck drivers window barking at every little thing as it passed by..
now, the point of this whole thing is that too that little dog, (who apparently also looks like his owner) home is that truck.. the truck that probably has driven from here to cali in three days time, back to VA and up to Maine all in a days work...and sure, the man surely has a home in some state in the US..but home is relevant. it is different to everyone, and it is what you make it. this truck driver with his old faded confederate flag stickers, and rusty tire wells and smoke stacks, busted mirrors and dirty doors has made that thing his home by taking along his friend for the ride. he is clearly making the best out of it...and shit, if i think i drive a lot.. i couldn't imagine his gas bill...
so, as the light turned green and i laughed out loud at this little ferocious dog and his dreary driver i thought... home is what you make it, weather its a truck, Norfolk VA, or on a Navy Ship in the middle of nowhere... home is what you make it.

and hey, at least this Tuesday started out with a laugh.

Unfortunately, i couldn't snag a pic...but this should give a good idea