Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Homesick

Last weekend was warm.  We had been showered with much-needed rain the week prior, and then spring arrived, suddenly.  I looked out the kitchen window and thought, "I don't feel like cooking tonight.  I'd like to go someplace..."  And I was stuck.  No local restaurant came to mind.

Then I realized there wasn't a particular restaurant where I wanted to go.  It was a particular time and place I was craving.

I wanted to be back home, years ago.  At least twenty-four years ago, to be exact.  I wanted to hear the familiar slam of the back screen door.  I wanted the rooms of my childhood home lit like evening in spring.  I wanted to sit at the dinner table with my Mom and Dad, and my sister.

For a moment it felt like I might actually go there.

But, my parents don't own that house anymore.  And my sister lives in a different city.  As do I.

Things change, as my Great-Great Auntie Olga used to say.

Indeed.

3 comments:

  1. Aw, I feel that way sometimes too. My parents had a farm in a more rural area than I'm in now. It had a certain feel about it that can't be recreated because you just can't go back in time. :)

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  2. For me it's smells and music that transform me immediately. Orange Blossoms take me to Fillmore everytime, there's a certain smell the beach house and sometimes when I'm not there I smell it. The song "Hands to Heaven" by Breathe takes me immediately to Las Vegas where I was living when it came out. The brain is such an interesting thing how it weaves everything into our memories.

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