Home is Where My Laptop Is

I will be going back to L.A. this afternoon. Odd, I couldn’t really call that home since I felt like I was already there. Yet, I can’t say home is where my girlfriend is because I felt “home” was elsewhere while we were traveling in Monterey. No… I have a sneaking suspicion that home is where my laptop is. My connection to the world, my resource, my tools and my memories are all embodied in this piece of electronic equipment.

Is this pathetic? Have I found myself too attached to material things? If I lose this laptop, or if it breaks before I can properly back up my materials, then I’m screwed.

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