Saturday Night In

I wrote that I would write a blog every day-- well here it is.

Today was the first day of what I consider to be my vacation. I am visiting family in Dover, a good 40 minutes away from where I live. Dover has a good blend of suburban/ city-like features.

I feel safe walking around the neighborhood at 3 AM in the morning, how do I know? Because I've done it many times growing up. Dover has been my home away from home, the place I would come whenever I didn't have school, where I could breathe fresh air (well as fresh as it gets here in North Jersey) and I could look up and actually see the light given to the night sky by the stars. In a city like mine, the Stars aren't able to be viewed the same way because of all the lights.

I like being able to walk to my relatives home and not worry about being called a "fag" or being stared down at. Okay, that stuff can occur anywhere I go, but why does it only happen in the place I call home?

I recently saw a show from The Crossover Project, which made me think-- "How do you define your home?"

My home is not the city in which I was raised, my home is here, in Dover- the place where I learned the meaning of true family traditions, the struggles, and the importance of living life without the added pressure that I find to be abundant in the inner-city.

So I am spending a Saturday night in doors watching movies and enjoying the calm and silence that comes from being home again.