Place to call my own

Music: "7 Deadly Zens"/Tommy Shaw, "Don't Tread"/Damn Yankees, "This Is Where I Came In"/Bee Gees
Mood: mixed

…A city like Utrecht… Yes, I like this place; it’s an old, small, beautiful town. I especially love the old quarters – canals, churches, museums, cafés… Hmm, I’ve been living here for 23 years now. But it could have been any other place, like London, Paris, Düsseldorf, Rome, Beijing, Moscow, LA, NY, Tokyo, Osaka …or even Ouagadougou. I didn’t come to Utrecht, the Netherlands, because I liked the place, but because he was here. It was more likely that I came here than he’d come to Japan. Some people can adjust themselves easier than the others; I happen to be able to adjust and squeeze myself into almost any place. Having been living so long, I now, of course, have my base here; my house, work, friends… But nothing I’d really stay for – the most important thing I have here is friends, but they are and stay my friends wherever I am. Besides, I’d make more friends if I moved to somewhere else.
If I’d pack and move to somewhere else tomorrow, it would not really be “an unexpected move”. People who know me, would just say: Ah, that’s Kiyomi!. Yes, I would do that if I knew for sure that it’s what I’d want. …If I knew for sure that someone there was waiting for me.

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A PLACE TO CALL MY OWN
(from “7 Deadly Zens/Tommy Shaw)

Hold the lamplight to the night
See the empty streets
Rolling out of sight

Turn a deaf ear to the din
Ignore the hunger pangs
Bundle up against the wind

Still I believe
Someone waits for me

A place to call my own
Somewhere to be from
A shelter from the storm
Where I’ll be safe and warm
A future built on stone
A place to call my own

And once there was a time
I had no fear at all
None that I recall

No future there to taunt
No history to haunt me
No monsters in the wall

Still I believe
Someone waits for me
Oh, a place to call my own
Somewhere to be from
A shelter from the storm
Where I’ll be safe and warm
Wood and bricks and stone

Oh, a place to call my own
Somewhere to be from
A shelter from the storm
Where I’ll be safe and warm
A future built on stone
A place to call my own

(written by Tommy Shaw)