My palace in the heart of darkness. I have not one, but two porches. Sweet.
As I was walking to school the other morning, passing by the random orange lizard things as they chased down the random gray lizard things (those sneaky bastards), listening to the ponderous creaking of the vertiginous patches of bamboo that are strewn all over the place, I realized something: this place feels like home to me.
Which got me thinking, in that thinky way I have, about homes I've had. I've lived in many places over the years but I would call very few of them home, as in a place I have that sense of belonging with, a place I would feel comfortable dropping elbows and randomly flexing at the sunrise, Lion King style. I would say, when I look back, I have had four places I would actually call home: my Grandma's and Aunt Chrissy's houses (those cozy bastards), St. John's College (that saucy bastard), Myanmar (that greasy bastard) and now, here in Kinshasa (Goddamn it's hot out here.)
The reasons why I would think of these as homes would be far too long and self aggrandizing for this type of drunken blog, and only interesting to those people who are working feverishly on my autobiography (hopefully titled A Man and His Guns: Lippart, a Life Lived). I will say, however, that the stories I can tell about life in those places run the gamut from terrifying to heartbreaking to uplifting to incredibly awesome. In other words, I basically rip off the plot from Toy Story 3. With a bit of The Muppet Movie thrown in for extra spice. But most of us, I would guess, have stories like that; maybe that's what having a home means. Either that, or digital cable.
So what's the point of this rant? I guess just this, dear singular reader: if you have a home now, I hope you realize how awesome that is. And, if you are looking for a place to call your own, a place where powerslides (or whatever it is you do instead) are not frowned upon, good luck, and feel free to swing by during your search and have some beers. You can have a free random gray lizard thing as a welcome gift.