Music Monday #5: From Here to...?

Ross and I have a ton of music similarities. It makes life really nice.

BUT

You know, there are some differences. I love Jack Johnson. His music just chills me out and makes me so relaxed and happy. In college I would listen to him to help me de-stress and sleep. I periodically ask Ross if he likes Jack Johnson in hopes he has changed his mind. Ross, one of the most chill people I know doesn't like Jack Johnson? I'm still trying to work through that one.

His latest album, "From Here to Now to You," is really great. It may be my favorite so far. The one I chose to talk about today is called "Home."



I think it is really cool that it is the last song on the album. I wrote a post recently about how I will soon be leaving my home. Or, where I currently live. I've spent the last two years thinking about what home is.

I've learned the hard way what home isn't:

It isn't always California.
It sadly isn't (anymore) with mom and dad.
It isn't where I have all my clothes, or all my kitchen appliances.
It isn't where I have the comfiest bed.

But I have found that home is:

Anywhere! Anywhere I chose, or, am forced to go.

This is a really beautiful song. I found myself humming this song while looking through pictures I took on vacation this past week. The imagery from the song is great. Here are some of my favorite lyrics from one of the verses.

"In the back of my house there's a trail a trail that won't end. We went walking so far that it grew back in. Now there's no trail at all, only grass growing tall. Get out my machete and battle with time once again.

But I'm bound to lose 'cause I'll be damned if time don't win." 

This is pretty perfect in a song about home. I like to think about the last sentence in a metaphorical sense. Home, family, loved ones, need to be tended to now because time is our enemy and it will always win.
I too often wish my time away. Wish that this phase or that of my life would just be over, so I can move on to better things. But I forget that I don't have to worry because time always wins.

The chorus is great too. Here are a couple bits from it.

"So I try to understand what I can't hold in my hand

And whatever I find, I'll find my way back to you."

So many of the most important things in life aren't tangible. We can't hold them in our hands, and somehow that makes them infinitely more difficult to understand and comprehend. Like love, or the aforementioned home.

"Home is wherever we are if there's love here too." 

In conclusion, have I answered where or what home (oh intangible home!) is? Jack tells us in the chorus that home is all about love (you intangible love!). Which works out kind of perfect because California, Mom and Dad, kitchen appliances, and comfy beds don't always fit in two 50 lb bags and a carry on. But love and home have traveled half way across the world with me pretty well.

For now I will be satisfied with that, "I'll keep food in my belly and hope that my time isn't soon."