“…not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am.”

Sort of summer has returned. The morning is warm. I stayed outside a while taking in the sun after I picked up the papers. Tall white flowers are still blooming in the small garden in front of the house. I always stop and admire them knowing that the season of flowers is almost gone.

The birds, especially the chickadees, are in and out of the feeders hanging above the deck. Already I need to refill a couple of those smaller feeders and put out the suet. I got 24 free blocks of suet when I bought the new feeders.

The only trees with leaves are the oak trees in the backyard. They turn red. The rest of the trees are pine. They drop needles all over the front lawn, so many needles some of the lawn disappears. The guys will rake three or four times.

The first time I ever lived alone was in Ghana. It was quite a change from being with over 100 other people during the weeks of training. I remember one day in week seven I went to the dorm room where all of us women stayed. I said I’d had it, and I was packing to go home. The other women chimed in they were leaving too. That made us laugh. We were all fine again.

When I moved into my house on school grounds, I was alone with no one to talk to about my homesickness. I wrote letters never to be mailed. They were filled with the feelings I was struggling to get through. I even gave myself until Christmas for things to change or I’d go home. They did change, and I got used to being alone. I filled my time with reading, preparing lessons and writing letters describing my days; what had become commonplace for me was new and exciting for my family and friends. I had to keep reminding myself of that. I was in Africa after all.

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7 Comments on ““…not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    I am a homebody, always have been. Flying out of Israel last week, all I could think about was getting home to the United States and Michigan.

    Funny really that my formative years were in another country and here I am. Trips to London are clearly as a nostalgia tourist as I haven’t lived there for 38 years. After 3 or 4 days of going bonkers, buying stuff and generally acting up, I am ready to get back on the plane and home to Detroit

    My homebody tendencies have not changed much – exchange student at 14 or tourist at 64, I always end up back in the same place, the experience enjoyed and the anxiety to be in my space.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I think of Ghana as my second home. I have spent two or three weeks at a time there and hate to leave because I know it will be a while until I can get back there, but I admit I do like to get home to my animals and my amenities like the washer and dryer, fridge, TV and supermarket.

      My friend Bill says there is seldom a day that he isn’t reminded of Ghana. I understand exactly what he means.

    • Birgit Says:

      I’m not sure but I think you had mentioned the Pink Floyd exhibition in London when you were there some time ago. Did you see it? It’s here now and quite expensive and I haven’t decided yet whether to go or not.

      • Hedley Says:

        Hi Birgit, I didn’t see the Floyd the last time I was in London, so unfortunately I can’t tell you if it’s money well spent. I am definitely a fan especially from Meddle forward and then stopping at The Wall. My favorite ? Wish you were Here. ….you ?

        Do let me know if you go and what I missed

      • Birgit Says:

        I liked listening to 70’s Pink Floyd with Dark Side as favorite but I wouldn’t really call me a fan. Maybe I’m a little bit too young, I was still in school when The Wall was popular and just everywhere, I got an overdose and stopped liking it and went back to the older albums years later.
        The exhibition is here until February, enough time to wait for recommendations or cheaper tickets.

  2. Rowen Says:

    “I always stop and admire them knowing that the season of flowers is almost gone.” A poignant post. So much to get lost in.

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