AI: Home Sweet Computer
By Yesterday I moved my desktop computer into my fiance’s apartment. This semester is going to be a long process of slowly moving my things from Madison to Chicago, with a final move in late May, but the computer move is a big deal.
My desktop computer is where I do my best writing, most of my schoolwork, play Skyrim, Skype with my friend in Korea, watch Battlestar Galactica, etc. Sitting in front of it is where I feel most comfortable and at home. Moving it to Chicago really made this apartment, where I already felt happy and welcome, really feel like home for me.
What makes a place home for you? Is it people, a teddy bear, a computer, or a couch? Is home where ever you find yourself each day, or is it still what you call your childhood home? What makes a house, apartment, boat, shack, or mansion a home?
The Afternoon Inqueery (or AI) is a question posed to you, the Queereka community. Look for it every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday at 3pm ET.
Home is where my heart is. Doesn’t matter where that is. Wherever we are, that’s home.
Helps to have a bed. And some books. Music and computer and phone are nice additions as well.
But just that warm body is all I really need. Everything else is icing on the cake.
(Make that hearts and bodies, if one is polyamorous.)
Home is definitely where my desktop is. Every time I’ve moved since going to college, the moving of the computer marks my ‘official’ change of residence, regardless of when the rest of the process starts or ends.
Home is where the space I am occupying is ‘mine’ to arrange as I see fit, and where I can isolate myself from the rest of the (non-digital) world.