Tuesday, June 5, 2012

~coming home~

"There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again."
~Margaret Elizabeth Sangster



It never mattered where I lived. I always knew we were getting close to our house by seeing some type of landmark. 

My earliest memories are from when I was 5 years old. The airplanes circling in the sky and a park you could see off the highway gave me a sign we were close.

When we lived in California, I remember seeing the mountains far off through the front window, then the check in station at the Air Force Base where my parents had to show their military I.D. to enter, then the long row of palm trees that lined the entrance down to our neighborhood. We were almost there.

Back in Ohio, we stayed at my great-grandmother's cottage on a lake when we first moved back.  There was a pizza place about 5 minutes away that had a white sign out front with a black top hat on it.  My brothers and I would race to see it first and we'd say, "I see the top hat!" 

When we moved to another house, I remember a Burger King a ways down the road that sat on an intersection.  When I saw that place, I knew it was only a matter of time. 

Another house, there was a pond that we passed and we were close. There was a high school that sat right off the highway at another house that was a clue.  There was a movie theatre near an exit ramp at another house.  A college close to another... 

You get the point.  I could go on and on, considering that I moved more than anyone I knew growing up.  The city was always changing, the weather was different, the bedrooms were always arranged just a bit different, my age was different, the neighbors were new, the schools changed, and the friends were different. 

It's been almost 11 years since we moved into our current home.  This is the home that my husband and I bought together after we were married.  The home that our children are being raised in.  The home that we can't wait to get back to after being away from.   And now, that blue water tower standing high above our town serves as a symbol to our family that we are not far.  We are home.

7 comments:

Melissa said...

We are home...it doesn't seem to matter if the trip is for pleasure or business, there is such a wonderful feeling that comes with being home again :)

Heather aka Proud Mama said...

This is so true. Growing up it was a Tastee Freeze sign and the local Frick's. Funny how I too can remember each of the signs. I notice my kiddos finding the signs for home too. I am so glad you have your landmarks there and that you have that home to come back to.

swanski said...

Yay for coming home! I love coming home and sleeping in my bed in my room :)

Amber said...

Yeah for home. And home bodies. Must be nice to be settled for 11 years after lots of moving. I like the feeling of putting down roots.

Kim Corrigan-Oliver said...

Home is always a good place to come back to :)

Lisa Coffee said...

I'm with you. I love travelling and I love coming home. My landmark these days is the last hill that comes into town with an amazing view of the Flatrions and Continental Divide. I know it's a matter of minutes when we start down the hill...

~Kelly~ said...

Thanks for sharing your thoughts ladies. I enjoy hearing your comments and I'm always amazed at how different but similar we are.
:)

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