There was a time. And there was a place. It echoes in my memory and informs everything I do. Not a day goes by that I don't let that place help me decide the best way to approach a problem. Not a day goes by that I don't wish that now could be wrapped in then.
I was back there recently and did not recognize the streets. The people who remain did not share my memories and questioned me as to whether or not I really ever lived there. They are used to foreigners romanticizing about small town life.
I wanted to raise my voice and say, 'Look, I'm you! I know what you feel because I feel it too Let me into your circle!' But I knew the more I would insist, the less convincing I could be. So I said nothing--as if they would recognize 'understatement'. Not a chance, mate. They see what they see. And you're just passing through. Even if you buy another house. Even if you live next door for twenty years. You'll only ever be visiting.
At some point you have to see that home isn't where the heart is. Your heart has to be where ever your home is. And your home is where you are.
I'll give you a call when I arrive.
