I have been thinking a lot about claiming place.  Does place have its own, intrinsic value; or does space become place based on the human definition of it?  In what ways do we claim space?  In what ways do we have a right to?

When traveling, especially when staying in one place for an extended time, it is important for me to find a way to define “my” place – to lay claim.  When first arriving to UCD campus, one of the first things I did was unpack.  I put pictures up on my board, set my computer on the desk, draped headbands from a hook, etc.  I hate living out of a suitcase; it feels too transient.  I have a need to feel grounded, even when in a new place. I need to create a “home.”

Today, I spent more time in the apartment than I have in previous days.  Most of the group came together and made a spaghetti dinner.  Afterwards, we sat around and stayed up too late having in-depth conversations.  This, too, has made this space feel like home.  Much like hanging up my clothes and displaying my pictures, having good food and making good friends has really helped me feel grounded in this place.  Of course, this apartment and city cannot feel like home in only 5 days, but it is beginning to feel “homey.”

I have been on group trips before, and the dynamic of this group is better than any I have been with previously.  We stay in contact with each other, keep track of and take care of each other, and have even enjoyed making meals for the rest of the group.  This energy has really helped the group, both those of us who have travelled before and those who haven’t.  Even after my other traveling experience, I still usually tend to homesickness, but I haven’t really experienced that on this trip.  Of course I miss my family (hi mom!) and husband, but the kindness and energy of this group has really helped to make this feel like a home-space.