I was really inspired by William (Bill) Christenberry's lecture today. It got me thinking about my relationship with my own past/present and memory, loss, decay. This is a topic is close to me recently. My family is moving out of my childhood house. The weird part is that we are moving to the backyard, to a brand new just built "beautiful", big, "practical" house. This has been a hard transition for my family because not only is our old house my childhood home, it is also my mom's childhood home, and has been in the family since the early 70s. Our old, rusty, victorian house is filled with memories. For my mom and I, the character lies in the house's imperfections, because thats where the stories are. So, this impeccable new house, unfortunately, does not feel like our home, it feels like a hotel. The worst part is, we will have to watch other people living in our old house. But, its just a house right? Its just wood, plaster, paint. This idea of objects having their own lives, having histories, and being containers for events, memories, emotions, and feelings even after the moment has left is something I am fascinated with. I want to show this relationship between this immense attachment to our personal histories through this transition. I am interested in documentary, and find it may be a good way to create relationships with others around this idea of "home". What makes a home a home? My ex boyfriend and good friend of mine is going through a similar transition with his childhood home, it is a different situation but is equally as bizarre. His family owned the smallest house in my town, actually making it somewhat of a historical landmark. While, people made fun it's petiteness, everyone who spent time inside of this house grew to love it, About 3 years ago his mom was killed in a car accident that he was also in. As an offering of support, a neighbor of his was moving out of his medium sized ranch house and out of an act of pure kindness offered to donate his house to the family. They ended up knocking down their home, and moving the house to their lot..the old man's old lived in ranch house. I want to investigate these sorts of stories, because, i feel like losing a home is a death of sorts, but more of a metaphorical death and that is very interesting to me.