You Can Go Home
Greetings,
friends. Yes, it’s been a couple of
weeks since you’ve heard from me. Life
has been adventurous as of late and thus I feel inclined to share a bit of it
with you. It’s good to be back.
I went
on vacation. I went home, in fact. Home is a place far away from where I
currently live. Something in the
neighborhood of 1300 miles or so, give or take.
Suffice to say, I don’t get home often.
I have a career, obligations and a life that keep me from such quests,
unfortunately. Why is home home?
First of all, it’s where I grew up.
So many of my fondest memories reside there. I spent somewhere around 20 years of my life
there. It’s familiar and easy. I still know a thousand people there, so
coming home really is a homecoming. It’s wonderful! I see family, friends, people I haven’t even
thought of in a dozen years. You know
what I like best about home? I fit there. See, where I live now, I don’t understand the
rules. I didn’t grow up here. It’s not my territory. I don’t really even like it here, although I
love my local friends and I love where I live.
But, by and large, I don’t understand the rules here, thus I am a
misfit. True, I am a misfit back home as
well, but I’m an accepted
misfit. BIG difference.
I like
going home because everything I always loved about home is always there waiting
for me whenever I return. It’s
beautiful. Inanimate objects such as
secret favorite places, mountains, restaurants, etc., are waiting there for me
always, greeting me like an old friend.
I’m never forgotten there. I so
love feeling like I still matter and I haven’t been forgotten. That may be the best feeling I’ve ever
encountered, and I can’t quite put into words how wonderful it feels.
Isn’t
that what we all want? Home! A place we fit, belong, thrive and feel
ultimately at peace. I’ve heard it said
that you can’t go home. Your old friend
Silas is here to tell you that that’s rubbish.
You can. You should. We must.
-Silas McBane
