Can you go ever really 'go home again'?
MEA CULPA!!! I feel especially rotten when people care or worry about me while I'm just off, not paying any attention. I like to think that I am a more considerate person than that... I've just returned from a month spent at home in Ohio...
In my hurry to pack and get everything set, I forgot to mention that I would be on hiatus for a month or so before I left. :-/ I feel rather guilty about that--- particularly after discovering a couple very considerate emails inquiring about my absence and well-being. To those loyal readers- you know who you are - I apologize and express my thanks. You guys rock-- I truly appreciate it.
I went home to attend a series of important gatherings, and of course, to see my father and my Ohio cat, Gavin. I have many good stories to tell-- though not this evening.
Tonight I found myself growing homesick while trying to choose pictures to post from my trip.
Home is 'sweet' and comfortable and wonderful-- but at the same time I believe that to whomever we may attribute the adage "you can't go home again" was painfully on point. 'Home' exists not only at a certain location, but also with specific loved ones and at a specific level of awareness of the world around you.
At least- that is, for me...
During this trip, for the first time in my life, I became incredibly aware of my age. I know, I know-- I'm only 22... But the home I look to return to is that home that ceased to exist sometime during my freshman year of college. When I return to Granville, OhioI yearn for that reckless confidence and self-righteous ignorance that existed only in high school . As hard as all of us try-- we cannot go back that youthfulness about which we reminisce at length before going our separate ways - and to jobs and bills and --- yikes!--- reality.
The giant maple tree in my front yard on Maple street, as seen from my
favorite place in Granville, Ohio-- our front porch.
It was much the same upon returning to my alma mater, Ohio University... The Athens, Ohio that I considered my home for 4 years only existed while I lived my life there, with my friends and my classes and my naive world-view...(and I'm not trying to claim that I am any less naive these days...) Now there are all these people I don't know walking around or bartending or generally just existing in Athens... And while I still run into friends or acquaintances while heading down Court Street to catch last call at Tony's...but not anywhere near as many as a year ago...
And then last night, having returned to Athens, Georgia--- I went out with my friends here to some bars... and while we walked the 3 blocks or so from one bar to another, I ran into 3 separate people I know well enough to hug right there on the street....
Home Sweet Home, I guess....
In my hurry to pack and get everything set, I forgot to mention that I would be on hiatus for a month or so before I left. :-/ I feel rather guilty about that--- particularly after discovering a couple very considerate emails inquiring about my absence and well-being. To those loyal readers- you know who you are - I apologize and express my thanks. You guys rock-- I truly appreciate it.
I went home to attend a series of important gatherings, and of course, to see my father and my Ohio cat, Gavin. I have many good stories to tell-- though not this evening.
Tonight I found myself growing homesick while trying to choose pictures to post from my trip.
Home is 'sweet' and comfortable and wonderful-- but at the same time I believe that to whomever we may attribute the adage "you can't go home again" was painfully on point. 'Home' exists not only at a certain location, but also with specific loved ones and at a specific level of awareness of the world around you.
At least- that is, for me...
During this trip, for the first time in my life, I became incredibly aware of my age. I know, I know-- I'm only 22... But the home I look to return to is that home that ceased to exist sometime during my freshman year of college. When I return to Granville, OhioI yearn for that reckless confidence and self-righteous ignorance that existed only in high school . As hard as all of us try-- we cannot go back that youthfulness about which we reminisce at length before going our separate ways - and to jobs and bills and --- yikes!--- reality.
The giant maple tree in my front yard on Maple street, as seen from my
favorite place in Granville, Ohio-- our front porch.
It was much the same upon returning to my alma mater, Ohio University... The Athens, Ohio that I considered my home for 4 years only existed while I lived my life there, with my friends and my classes and my naive world-view...(and I'm not trying to claim that I am any less naive these days...) Now there are all these people I don't know walking around or bartending or generally just existing in Athens... And while I still run into friends or acquaintances while heading down Court Street to catch last call at Tony's...but not anywhere near as many as a year ago...
And then last night, having returned to Athens, Georgia--- I went out with my friends here to some bars... and while we walked the 3 blocks or so from one bar to another, I ran into 3 separate people I know well enough to hug right there on the street....
Home Sweet Home, I guess....
posted by Persephone at 10:33 PM
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