Have you ever smelled something, seen something, tasted something or heard a sound that reminded you so much of home that you wanted to just soak it up? Some days something reminds me of HOME. Of my beautiful majestic mountains. My family's farm, my Grandparent's pool, the dill in the garden.
I was making Tuna Salad and popped in a bit of dill weed. I took a quick sniff. It nearly buckled my knees with a flood of memories. Memories of running wild on my grandparent's farm. The tire swing was right in front of a patch of dill my Grandma used when she canned pickles. That lead from one memory to another and another until I was nearly on the floor of the kitchen bawling.
While my head understands I can't go back. I can't go back in time or back home to the places I love, some days my heart really disagrees. Most of the time we tell ourselves it doesn't matter. We'll learn to love it, and we very well may do just that. But sometimes the sound of a bird or the longing for a winding road will invade. We will desperately long for something familiar. For roads we could drive blindfolded. For family and the ease of being with them. We long to not have to make new friends all the time. We long to have someone there we can count on no matter what.
There are days when I think I could give up a whole lot just to go home.
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And I hope you all get a chance to come back, even if it's just a long weekend.
You're killing me with posts like this! Although, I know it is much harder for you because I left a long time ago and your move was so recent.
We're going to have to have a serious phone conversation about all of those feelings one day!
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