Home.

I LOVE this show! LOVE IT! My four roommates over the past 3 years have all been subjected to my Sunday night ritual. After several viewings, they all come around. I have developed a routine around it.

I come home from CCfB, hoping that my roommate won't be home. I prefer to watch alone, for the same reason I see powerful movies alone (ie. The Pianist, Philadelphia, Hotel Rwanda). There is great potential for sobbing. I can hold it in a bit, and I always do when a roommate's around, but it's not the same. And then I sit on my couch and watch. No snacks or drinks. Nothing to get in the way. Just pure, unadulterated joy.

I find that I am very affected by anything to do with giving people a home. Habitat for Humanity commercials, the end of Life as a House, that scene in Garden State where Zach and Natalie talk about finally feeling at home, books about people going home after a long time away. It's endless really. Having moved around and around and around when I was a child, I feel a strange sort of connection to these people, as I have felt a sense of this before. It is difficult having no sense of stability and security. I sometimes find myself missing a place that never really existed. Home is important, whether that means a place, a feeling, a person. It's something everyone is searching for.

I am so impressed by ABC giving people such wonderful things every week. At times I am bothered by the branding and commercialism of it, but I guess they've gotta pay for it somehow. Home...what an amazing gift.