When people say things like “You can’t go home again” or “home is where the heart is” it causes me to wonder. How do they know? Have they ever tried? When Thomas Wolfe wrote the infamously titled book, he was speaking to the fact that you can’t go home again with the expectation that everything would stay the same, which is what the protagonist, George Webber, believed would happen. I think if you look at your return from Webber’s point of view, that is probably the case. However, I think if you return with the right state of mind, and have expectations that nothing will stay the same, anything is possible.
If you follow me on the Facebook, you may have seen that a few weeks ago I traveled to the Pacific Northwest for a photo shoot for Pocket Cookies. I was also out there to scope out some property Happy Hubby and I are considering building on. We were both raised in Washington and would like to go back.
Happy Hubby and I spent most of our adult life going where the military sent us, so we lived by the saying “home is where the heart is”. We always believed we’d return to Washington when ‘we’ retired. Funny thing was, “home was now where the children were”.
We moved to Maine because it was the most like Washington with a wee bit more snow. Maine also has something many of the other states we lived in didn’t: ‘dead fish smell’.So now you all are saying to yourselves, “OK, she’s a nut job”, but really, I’m not. Everyone has a smell that evokes memories, for me it’s the smell of ‘low tide’. When you are raised on an island you get a whiff a couple of times a day. It might not be tree ripened peaches or freshly turned dirt, but it’s what drew me to the rocky coast of Maine.
Maine is a beautiful place to live. The people are the salt of the earth and they treat me with great kindness; but no matter what, I will always be “from away”. Believe it or not I understand it. Having been raised on an island, you’re either from there, or away. Your children can inherit their “from there” status and that’s exactly what our youngest did. It doesn’t hurt that all the old folks are in love with her.When you reach my age it’s hard to get invited in to already existing friendships. I find my introverted personality doesn’t get stretched, which isn’t a good thing. There is always that fear of turning into Emily Dickenson. Out in Washington there are still people who want to spend time with me. Go figure. Again, I have no expectation, because those lovely folks have their own lives but they are willing to spend some of their time with me.
Another aspect that draws me to Washington is that I’m blessed to still have both my parents with me. Happy Hubby isn’t so lucky, he lost his mother a few years ago. Being a military family we missed so much time with them and it doesn’t have to be that way anymore.
There is also the fact that someday, I mean a long time, I mean a really- long time from now Happy Hubby and I will pass on, did I mention it will be a really-long time from now. Anyway, if we stayed in Maine, My Fair Ladies won’t come see us. I know it may sound weird but one of my favorite things to do when I visit out west in to stop by a have a wee chat with everyone that has gone before me. I hope it is tradition the Fair Ladies will continue.
When I go home again, I will do it without expectation. I will just look forward to the time that I spend with my family and friends. Knowing they will have a life time of stories to tell me and I them. How much better can life be?