September 14, 2001What killed me, what killed many of us, was the very end: "My home sweet home." Because, whatever else Paris might be, this _is not_ our home, it's just the place where we have our jobs or apartments. How could we have forgotten that?
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In his diary entry dated September 14, 2001, David Sedaris reflects on the emotional impact of feeling disconnected from a place he occupies. He expresses that, despite being in Paris and having established aspects of life there, it doesn't feel like home to him. This realization highlights the deeper sense of belonging that many seek but might take for granted in the midst of daily life.
Sedaris captures a poignant moment of self-awareness in the closing sentiment, "My home sweet home." He recognizes that his true sense of home is not tied to superficial comforts or jobs, but rather a deeper connection that seems absent in his current environment. This moment serves as a reminder of the importance of recognizing where one's heart truly lies amidst the noise of everyday life.
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