  been thinking a lot about the concept of home. what makes a place home? and more specifically,  where is my home? being here and living in a house with the same people as when i was growing up and the same furniture and the same paintings on the walls seems kind of like home. hanging out in the garden while my brother's friend,
 patrick,  plays beuatiful songs on the very same guitar that the first boy who broke my heart played seems like home. so maybe curaç ao is home? but then again,  an afternoon in the take with de dames also seems like home.
as does a little indonesian dinner at my apartment. as does my afternoon cup a coffee with basje. so maybe maastricht is home? but. sunday afternoons in don's basement with a cosmo and a maxim and spinach dip and croissants and red chillie jelly is also home. as is sunday night dinners at the ames-
hodgson- christiansen residence. all these things give me a sense of home. but they are never all in the same place. i guess home is not a place. not here,
 not maastricht,  not edmonton but rather home is sense of familiarity and belonging. if i had my way,  i would put all these things that make me feel at home on one nice little warm island and i would have my ladies from maastricht and my family and my scandanavians and donny and linds &  co.  and basje and the rest all in one place.
wouldn't that be nice? yup.  on a totally different note,  my little brother is leaving in five days and this makes me kind of sad. it's good to hang out with him and he's kind of all grown up and knows so many people and is so well- established here and i really really like spending time with him and actually learning about his life and his thoughts and his feelings cuz i really don't know him when i am there and he is here and we chat or talk on the phone.
everything is always so censored. hopefully when he's in canada we can keep in better contact and, who knows,  maybe i can go visit him and leah and donny and linds and kristy and adam and rob and rory and all the rest in december. maybe.  ben and this guy lars came to pick me up from work last night and the place was pretty full with industry people,
 all of which ben seems to know. we ended up leaving passeniers quite late and went to my boss,  alfredo's place. it is a gorgeous place. roomy,  open,
 balcony,  garden. nice. very nice. we hung out while alfredo looked at porn and the rest of us watched nip tuck. not very interesting but fun none the less.
 oh. and i lied about the picks being on the site. i'm having problems uploading them which is not surprising given the 56k modem. yes. ancient. i'll try to burn them to disc and upload somewhere via cable.
cool?  alright. i'm off. be well all. en tot snel. s 
