Truly, beautiful writing. Thank you. When you reach my age, you may discover that the "seam" between leaving home and (possibly) returning, is not so much a choice or lifeline; rather, its the moment you accept your own independence. Soon, your parents and my generation will pass. Then, home will be wherever you choose to settle.
Mar 17, 2023·edited Mar 19, 2023Liked by Liz McCrocklin
My parents’ retirement home, where I’ve never lived, has somehow become “home” too. There are two recliners and nowhere for me to sit, but I feel safe there like nowhere else.
Beautiful! Somehow I missed all the March posts so just now catching up. I also had a nomadic, altogether happy childhood, but when I left home at 17 I never looked back. And once when I was going through a difficult time, my dad told me the same thing over the phone—he said "You can always come home," and without missing a beat, I replied, "I would rather die." He laughed, because he gets me. But even though I was too young and bratty and fiercely independent at the time to take that lifeline, knowing it was there, and having heard it spoken out loud gave me some well-needed courage that probably was critical to getting me through. Do they teach them to do this in DAD 101 or something?
You can always come home
Truly, beautiful writing. Thank you. When you reach my age, you may discover that the "seam" between leaving home and (possibly) returning, is not so much a choice or lifeline; rather, its the moment you accept your own independence. Soon, your parents and my generation will pass. Then, home will be wherever you choose to settle.
My parents’ retirement home, where I’ve never lived, has somehow become “home” too. There are two recliners and nowhere for me to sit, but I feel safe there like nowhere else.
“The safest place in an earthquake is in a doorway.” This has so many possible resonant meanings. Beautiful.
Your place by the fire is always there...what a metaphor! And such beautiful writing!
Beautiful! Somehow I missed all the March posts so just now catching up. I also had a nomadic, altogether happy childhood, but when I left home at 17 I never looked back. And once when I was going through a difficult time, my dad told me the same thing over the phone—he said "You can always come home," and without missing a beat, I replied, "I would rather die." He laughed, because he gets me. But even though I was too young and bratty and fiercely independent at the time to take that lifeline, knowing it was there, and having heard it spoken out loud gave me some well-needed courage that probably was critical to getting me through. Do they teach them to do this in DAD 101 or something?
It’s lovely. They have a pool. But there’s no couch to sit on!
You’ve got me thinking of moments like these that have changed the course of my life, following that inexplicable pull of fate. Bravo!
beautiful beautiful beautiful.