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By Victoria Cho It buzzes on the lips of financial types barging ahead, beyond, to their next sale; it shines in features and exposes, investigative pieces and commentaries, from the fathers of journalism; it vibrates through my windows from bass-heavy speakers in broken-looking cars; it leaks into my pants as steam through subway vents; it [...]

We are going on a bit of a hiatus. No-  we aren’t giving up the site and the project, but are simply re-thinking it. After a year of publishing your stories on this site, we have come to believe that a magazine is perhaps a better home for your heartlfet stories. Not only do we [...]

- Swiss Miss (Happy 10th!) Every year I have fallen a little bit more in love with NYC. I have in the meantime become a true Brooklynite and could not imagine living anywhere else. I agree with John Updike: “The true new yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some [...]

By Sruthi Atmakur, India – US I know, it is a wierd title, but smells are what I seem to associate places with. Memories. I knew I was in India when the smell of dung and beedi hit me… I knew I was back to the U.S. when I smelt some wierd food in Kroger [...]

via NYT New York secretes its fullest range of smells in the summer; disgusting or enticing, delicate or overpowering, they are liberated by the heat. So one sweltering weekend, I set out to navigate the city by nose. As my nostrils led me from Manhattan’s northernmost end to its southern tip, some prosaic scents recurred [...]

- Anonymous I create my own colors Some round, some blue, some coffee, some crude I create my own memories Some familiar, some new, most melancholic, most beautiful I create my own homes Some safe, some near, some too far, and most too happy.

Dalynn on Dsplaced.com I don’t think I told you how amazing Dsplaced is. I check in to read it every now and again. It’s an amazing idea and I hope it continues to grow. I’ve been thinking about the stories and how different experiences affect all of us. I had a thought about what it’s [...]

- Mansi, From being 21 to being 25 Day after day, year after year, I see art being interjected with emotions. Let’s create a bookshelf with hands and eyelids, a chair with legs and confused feelings. Let’s create machines that can think. Let’s create art that lives. Let’s inject souls into the absolutely obsolete and [...]

I lived in the same house for the first twenty years of my life. The first time we moved, is an experience etched in my mind in sharp relief. I remember every moment of it. How I applied for leave to unpack, sitting amidst crates and boxes in my new room, the slow, loving process [...]

I’ve been thinking about places recently, and have wondered why all of the towns I’ve lived in still haunt me sometimes. Even though I’m more happy in New York than I remember being anywhere else. It can feel silly. While I was in Richmond last weekend, I felt little pricks of nostalgia every time I [...]

Home: It’s the place I feel I have to get back to after I’m somewhere else for awhile. It’s usually people, not places, that do it for me. — From another tumblr: Peter Knox

Home is about family. No matter where I am, if I’m with my family, I’m home. — Neha S., Philadelphia

Our streets are calendars containing who we were and who we will be next. — Colson Whitehead (via quotedropper) (via quote-book

One’s home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country road one cozy evening – the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life – and can never find again. After you leave home, you may find yourself feeling homesick, even if you have a [...]

Those were the days when we had friends – friends who are still friends for life. Never did I have so much fun. Beer Roundtables! “Golgappe” competitions! Leg-pulling! Leg-twisting! Trying to be the noisiest table in the restaurant! Sharing the last cigarette! The Discovery of Life… Somehow, all I am left with are faded memories. [...]

“I am twenty years between homes, and counting. home is a cloud.” - Dion H., Minneapolis image viakari-shma:

Night-blooming flowers – dama de noche, sampaguita (native jasmine of the Philippines), rain, cut grass, sauteeing garlic.” — Christine, Boston

…Sandalwood incense, ghee, hot roti (rotlli) reminds me of home… oh and brother’s hookha tabacco. - Anish Sana, South Africa

The smell of wet mud after the rain, ghee on hot parathas made by mom, jhaal moori, hot samosas!” — Priyanka Kapoor, Singapore

Home was in my grandmother’s lap in her garden as she braided my hair & spun tales of Princess of Naranj & Toranj, and dipped sugarcubes in her tea.” — Azita Houshiar, New York City

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