Going home always confuses me.
I looked up definitions for "home" on dictionary.com to gain perspective. The first was pretty literal: "A house ... or other shelter," but the second one was a bit more applicable: "the place in which one's domestic affections are centered." If "home" was just a shelter then I'd have two homes. I would have my apartment in Charlottesville and my house in Gloucester. But I'm not that literal. If "home" is where one's domestic affections are centered, can't I only have one home?
For me, domestic affections deal with how affectionate I feel toward my living situation. Most of the time, I'm in Charlottesville, so I think that's my more permanent living situation. In my apartment, I don't really like to wash my dishes or pick up my clothes or sweep my floor. I prefer to sleep and eat and jump around whenever my sister turns on fratbeats. All of this has led to a solid love-hate relationship with Apartment No. 306
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