And I knew exactly what it was of which she spoke, and lo, I cried out in a loud voice: Yes! And then you think about the place you live now and how it's not really home either. And then you realize that you have no home, that you might never find one again!
Then we speculated on the theory that getting married and/or having children would possibly allow one to put down roots, and make a new place home, in a different sense from the home one knew as a child, perhaps, but rootiness, nonetheless.
After musing for a moment on the reason that we seem unable to plant our roots into the ground I had
an epif epipn a really bright idea and exclaimed: We are the potted plants of our generation!!! And she asked me if I would embroider that on a pillowcase for her.
Lisa, if I could embroider, I totally would.