I don’t know if this is an original thought, probably not because I don’t have original thoughts, but I’ve always said give me (a Libra) a blank piece of paper (or room or just about any blank thing) and leave me alone for an hour and when you come back the paper (space or whatever blank thing is involved) and it will still be blank BUT put one dot on that paper (or one thing in that blank space of whatever) and an hour later the blankness will have been filled with something wild and creative (or useful or, just filled up).
Today Ashley had a post “How has your blog changed over time?”. I quickly started formulating a response but didn’t post it as a comment. It wasn’t relevant but it made me think. I’ve actually written about that recently. I was even thinking about it this morning – of perhaps changing my blog name to “Miscellaneous Mishegoss” because that’s what I usually write about. My blog hasn’t really changed much (aside from the name and the URL) tho I do believe the content used to be a lot better – deep thoughts on many occasions, just all round better content and writing. Plus, of course, lots of kitty pics and videos.
Then Peggy just posted on a variety of topics but the one that caught my attention was a paragraph about her feeling homesick for Northern Virginia (which is where I live now but no we never lived in remotely near one another). She recently retired and moved further south and she is not feeling at home just yet.
It got me to thinking that I have moved approximately 21 times (probably a few more than that especially if you count temporary housing while looking for permanent housing) – and it was sometime ago that I wrote about being unconnected and home-less. I still feel that way.
She talked about missing her “tribe” and I often talk about finding my tribe – I think she meant her neighbors and friends and I mean people like me but then I don’t think I have ever had a tribe which goes to my being unconnected.
(All of a sudden I got a picture in my head of me floating in space in one of those space suits – unconnected to anything.)
Life is so temporary, so ephemeral. So floaty and gauzy. Or that’s how I’m seeing it at this moment.
Subject to Change Without Notice 
I hear a lot of people talk about their “tribe” I had one back in high school but none of those people have kept in touch. I tried but got tired of it always just being me making the effort. Now I'm tribeless and consider myself a Lone Wolf.
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i think there are various definitions of “tribe” in the personal social sense – I don't have one, never did have. I'm of two minds about their desirability.
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I'd never come across the word mishegoss before reading your blog. I think we've probably got a lot less Yiddish action here than in New York.I moved around a lot when I was in university, but I've lived in my current place for 17 years, and it is very much home. I would be quite content to never move again.
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i was homesick for NYC for years until I moved so many more times and discovered I LIKED moving and that anywhere I hung my hat was home and that, in reality, 'home' has no meaning for me. The buildings I live in? Just somewhere to get my mail and keep my junk. I don't belong anywhere, I belong everywhere. I went from being afraid of any kind of change to craving change. I'd rather be a tumbleweed than an oak tree.
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My tribe is people like me just as you said. And we did live near each other. A whole 12-15 miles apart is not a big deal really silly. The mentality here is just not what I'm used to I guess. Maybe it never will feel like home. Maybe it will. I've moved a lot and this is not one of my more positive experiences. But hey, no beltway traffic or 66 traffic so there's that. 🙂
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12-15 miles is the other side of the moon to me. I don't know anything about traffic or the beltway or 66, I never spent much time in cars and I don't drive – never really did except for that short time I spent in Derby Line. I think being able to drive must be very cool – freedom!
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That's interesting–that, like you, I've had twenty-something jobs, lived in twenty-something places (probably more) during childhood and all throughout my life. And I also have that feeling of being disconnected, but it doesn't feel like a bad thing really. Not all the time, as if most of the time I am right where I am, which is good enough for me. But sometimes I feel like that mosquito that walks on the water, like I'm here, in this town, at this job, around this group of people, but like the mosquito water-walker, I'm just riding on the surface tension, and not ever getting wet. Not good not bad. It is what it is, I guess. I can't seem to change, even though I'm getting older and less ambitious about moving around. Picture in my head of an old man sitting in a Lazy-Boy recliner looking at travel brochures.
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I don't know that I have had 20-something jobs – they weren't related to the moves – I moved intra-city quite a few times – twice I moved just blocks in the same locale (I think I only did that twice could be more…) My husband's job kept us on the move but I did more than my share of moving around before I met him (I got married when I was 44). Once I really got into the whole moving thing I really enjoyed becoming part of where I lived – when we lived in the Bahamas I was treated like a member of the community – which means I was totally ignored if I was in a downtown shop when a cruise ship came in – “You live here, you can wait” . Wherever I live, I'm part of that place until I move on to the next – I don't belong but yet I do…hard to explain.
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I sometimes wonder if we truly have a tribe or if we just find people from many tribes we are comfortable with.
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I think 'tribe' has a different meaning for different people. I'm comfortable with lots of people none could be considered my tribe. I've never had close friends – just various people to share various aspects of my life – one group for art, one for classical music, one for pop music, one for jazz, one for theater etc. No one person or group of people who shared all my interests. I have had one close friend and by close friend I mean someone I could talk to about anything and the only person who knew everything about me, and the one person who never hurt me by word or deed. I suppose he was the only person who I could describe as being part of my tribe. A tribe of two. He hasn't been a part of my life for decades and I miss him something fierce.
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