It's been 2 years since I began my journey back to California from Tennessee. 2 years since one of the saddest departures I have made in my whole life. Most days, it doesn't seem anywhere close to 2 years...actually, that's pretty much every day. It always seems like it was "just a few months ago."
I thought myself lucky that I had never experienced homesickness in all of my 25 years, not when I moved to Weed, or Berkeley, or when I moved to Kentucky/Tennessee. But then a strange thing happened...I left Tennessee. Now I feel that familiar pang on a weekly, if not daily, basis.
I am not sad tonight, more like melancholy and reminiscent of the place that holds some of my best memories, and my best friends. Had it not been for that place, so many of the amazing things, both good and bad, that happened in my life would not have happened.
(I would not have made the best friends I have today. And I would not have gotten together with my wonderful husband. And we would not have this fantastic life together now. Just to name a few.)
This big, interconnected web of life leaves me humbled and in awe of the way the universe works. But I'm still a little homesick tonight.
Sick, Snow, Sounds, Spring
4 weeks ago
It's so hard to not associate places with the love that was felt there! I, like you, and especially nostalgic about our time in Clarksville. But going back (if possible) would never be the same. Life is about moving forward. But the best thing about those friendship--they are carried with you, no matter where you go.
ReplyDeleteAnd the next place you should go is Hawaii!