Going Home

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This past weekend I went home.

It seems odd to say that because I have lived in Massachusetts for almost 14 years and moved around quite a bit before landing here.  But, I am a New Yorker at heart and it has nothing to do with geography. New Yorkers are a different breed of people. First of all, they are funnier than any other group of people. That edginess is bred into them.  An “attitude” is a requirement of living there.  As good as all of that feels to me, it is the particular people I left behind that make it home for me. There is nothing like rehashing the time you fell off your bicycle going over the ramp you built in the street with someone who remembers the goofy shoes you wore in first grade. No words can describe the feeling of talking about your first boyfriend or your first baby with the friend who was actually there for it all.  Oh, maybe one word.

Home. I miss it already.

You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right.  ~Maya Angelou

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  1. Having *just* travelled back to the place of my birth a week or so ago, I *totally* get where you’re coming from Maureen. Home is *in there*, the good and the bad. Glad that you had a good time….:-)

  2. And I was just feeling a tad homesick right about this time of the year when it starts to get dark and rainy and we all hunker down a bit. It is good to be back where everybody knows your name. Aaah. I’m glad you made it home. Sharon

      • Sadly, not as often as I would like to. Once a year for two months in the winter. But Mum comes over and spends a few months here with us. In a perfect world, children should just live down the street from their parents…and this is from one who had always wanted to leave and go far away and see places. Oh the whole full circle thing! 😀 I wanna go home….!!!! *baaaawl* (and that’s one great promise you made M!) Hugs xx

  3. I get it too Mo…and Maya is spot on…you can’t go back but you can’t leave either. That’s just Home. Glad you enjoyed the memory lane. Welcome ‘home’.
    xo

  4. I left the place of my birth (where my mother still lives) when I was 22 and missed it dreadfully. Every time I journeyed back I felt as if I was going back ‘home’, then I would return back to where I lived. At some stage over the years the thought changed to me visiting the place of my birth and then returning ‘home’. Still visiting my old ‘home’ brings back feelings that I do not find anywhere else on the planet.
    Love this post ….. 🙂

  5. Love the post and the Maya Angelou quote. My current favorite is also from Maya… as repeated by Charles Blow in the NYTimes. “When someone is showing you who they are… believe them.”

  6. Home is such an interesting word. I’m a native of Colorado, but it’s not home. I was raised in Texas, but it’s not really home either. Home is Florida where I only spent seven years. But it is home because of the people and the water, both of which make me feel whole! I love going home!! 🙂 Your post made me a little homesick… 😉

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