Back home.

My best friend and I were discussing just a few moments ago the word "home" and how it differs so much from person to person. For some people, home will mean the same thing/place for their entire lives. For people like Tiara and I, home has the tendency to change its meaning every year. When we travel, even for only a few months, the host country becomes home. When we move across town, our new duplex becomes home. It's an interesting thought, is it not. It really inspires the chameleon in me; the undying characteristic that will always be apart of me: the ability to not only adapt to my surroundings but also become apart of them. I have no doubt that college students hold the record for the demographic that shifts surroundings the most often, which in my eyes is something to be very proud of.

My friend Kenny and I were talking on the phone the other night (due to the fact that he is a state North) and he was telling me about some funny things he encountered while at the fair. I won't get into his silly stories because I don't want to steal his thunder... but we agreed we should blog about the fair and the amazing people and events that only occur in such an atmosphere.

I ended up going once to the State Fair in Salem this summer with Tiara, Braden, Sumana and Tiara's family. For me, unlike Kenny, it wasn't a single event that made me roll on the ground laughing while I was there but rather a plethora of people and sights that, as always, led me to believe that those who go to the state fair are those who don't necessarily care what people like me think of them.

Thank God for the Salemites who attend the fair and their ability to live long peaceful lives without teeth.