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.