On this day four years ago, I arrived back home again, in Indiaaaaana!
Video for those of you who don’t get the reference…
It was a long journey, and a long-awaited one. You can read about it here.
If you’ve been with me since Georgia, thank you.
I believe in quotes like, “Bloom where you’re planted” and “No matter where you go, there you are” but I also believe for me, climate and landscape are crucial to my well-being. I don’t want to say I need four seasons, but it’s a feeling similar to need, and when I didn’t have it, I pined for it.
The crunch of snow underfoot, the damp richness of dark soil under green grass, a cool breeze carrying cottonwood, FALL FUCKING FOLIAGE.
I reckon there are a number of people who can live anywhere and thrive. I am not one of those people. Even as a youngster, I could only imagine being happy in a place like home. You do this, yeah? You travel, and you say, “It’s nice for a while, but I wouldn’t wanna live here,” right?
But what if you looked at a place and said, “Ick!” and had to stay there for seven years? Would it render you desolate? Would it break you? Would it make you stronger?
If there’s anything I pine for more than my native landscape, it’s The Mister. And so I stayed.
I still thank God I’m home, every single day, often multiple times a day. I’m sure people are sick of my goin on about it — but remember that — when people tell you somethin over and over, it’s because it’s important to them.
I still shed tears of gratitude. I will never forget how I felt as I crossed into Kentucky and smelled the wet grass and the wild onion. Home. Oh, Home. I cried so many times that day. My place, my people, my relief, my happiness. Cry tears of joy with me now? It’s a beautiful thing.
It’s good to be home.
I am never homesick now.