Where is your Home?
where you grow up?
where you had your first kiss, learned to drive, went to high school, first got arrested and where you go every Xmas for free dinners & the hope that mom will do a laundry?
or can be anywhere you hang up you hang up your hat (or skis, kayak, skateboard, and tools and empties) all in the same 4x5m of your rental unit?
or maybe is the place where you're happiest, most relaxed and at ease with yourself and your surroundings?
our Home is the mountain with its steep slopes, forest, creeks, gorges....
nowhere is perfect, however, and our Home has its problem too. but if you feel Home, than you know the secret passages and shortcuts, the back doors and the people manning them. we hold the Home advantages...
born or reborn in the mountains doesn't matter: we all feel the same if we're really at Home.
