Thursday, December 16, 2004

Home

As he stepped on the soil of the strange, yet familiar land, a thought struck him. It made him question why he was here. Why he had come back here after all these years. After leaving the life here behind. Leaving everything to go back.

To go back, to a place he called home. But home, was not the same when he had gone back. Home, was not the way he had left it. Home, had changed. Perhaps this is why he had come back here.

To pick up the pieces of the home he had left, to go back home. But it did not feel like a homecoming. It felt like he was here visiting. And that was not the feeling of home.

But when he got the feeling of going home, it was not home anymore.

He sighed, as he put these thoughts behind him and walked into familiar territory. The buzz greeted him. Welcomed him back. To his new home.


12 comments:

Anil said...

I can relate to this as this will be something I'm gonna be doing in a short while and seeing familiar things fro ma diff. perspective will be something new...

Ubermensch said...

changing old and new , there is different style in this post.

Jessica said...

Thats because Home isn't a place you can plot on a map, Home is where you are you, and are at ease with that, and being you is okay.

aa said...

Sometimes when we go back to familiar places, places we once called home, and we would think that something is different, that it's not just the same anymore. What we fail to realize is that the change happened within ourselves.

. : A : . said...

Anil - Hope you have a good experience.

ubermensch - Yes, there is.

Wilde - It usually isn't, especially when expectations have been built up too much.

Jessica - I like your thought on this.

Free Spirit, Havokinthemind - Yes, the feeling arises when the change is not towards each other but in different directions.

Havokinthemind - Thanks and welcome back.

livinghigh said...

wwwwaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!
i hate that. i guess that's an oxymoron: luv goin home, but hate goin home too! Somehow, after staying away for so long, i just can't imagine living again with my folks - i just love being my own too much... and then, there are times when I really DO miss them sooo much!

sigh... august, you spun a universal tale here!

dewdrop said...

to use an overused cliche (yeah beat that!) "home is where the heart is"...but childhood memories and everybody associated with them, mamma, pappa, sister, brother, grandma in their own way are a kind of home that you take shelter in when the world gets too much to handle and times when you don't feel strong enough to face it own your own...i think i've rambled off on quite a tangent here...

Ubermensch said...

hey :A:,
reread this again and was reminded of luther saying
''if i cannot stand under a church,i would satand uner the sky,free''... wondering whats the link..??
home is just the ground beneath ur feet.

Cori said...

I LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! how you repeat the nouns! Home is a known and comfortable word.... but when the reader repeats it... over and over... starts to sound strange and unknown/uncomfortable. think it adds an extra layer to the post... projects emotion!

. : A : . said...

livinghigh - I guess that is the irony of the experience.

dewdrop - No, you have not rambled. It makes complete sense! :-)

ubermensch - Trying hard to think of the link. Can't get it directly, but there is something. Maybe not the ground beneath your feet. ;-)

Queen Mo - Thanks. Yes, you will experience it sometime.

Cori - Thanks, I love the technique too. You have hit the nail on the head about making the word strange and uncomfortable. *bows*

Pincushion said...

The mind, a mirror, same thing..different angles..different reflections..and its no longer ''the same''....
aren't I just at that place right now..
wondering if i should add a sigh there, but won't, too predictable, isn't it ??!!

. : A : . said...

Pincushion - No, it is not too predictable. Thanks for your comment!