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Going home is such a strange thing isn’t it?

 

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I mean, I suppose it’s strange to call it strange since it’s something so familiar.

 

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Familiar spaces and faces reminding you of who you’ve been and what you’ve survived. Echoes of your past that almost ache when your bones remember.

 

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It’s all familiar.

So what makes it so strange?

 

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What comes to mind is that time my college boyfriend flew across the world to visit me while I was studying abroad in Rome. For the two months prior, I bought Italian calling cards nearly every day just to hear the sound of his voice, even though we fought most of the time.

 

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Wandering the cobblestone streets of Trastevere I often questioned my decision to be there instead of back home in his embrace, even though I had never felt so myself or so free.

 

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Then came our reunion and it was like I didn’t even know him. I felt agitated, detached, and incredibly confused. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore.

 

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Sometimes going home feels exactly like that.

 

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Like reuniting with a lover I’ve measured every moment up to, and suffering into the disappointment of even that union failing to measure up.

Like longing so deeply to feel the fulfillment of a homecoming, and instead looking forward to the next move.

Like returning to the one I thought I knew most of all, and feeling like an absolute stranger.

 

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‘Cause when I’ve left home, wandered the world, and survived so many other faces and spaces.

I become a stranger in my own home. And I wonder if it’s home any longer.

 

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But sometimes going home feels different from that.

Sometimes going home feels like… love.

 

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Like all the times I felt the jungle hold me or when the blue morpho butterfly showed me which way to go.

 

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And when I recollected my soul’s long forgotten melody singing to the sea.

 

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When I looked you in the eyes and I knew that I knew you and it didn’t matter how or why.

 

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Those nights when I danced across the fallen logs watching the sunset behind the purple mountains.

 

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Watching the moonrise up from the ocean.

 

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All the times I softened into your embrace because I trusted you despite anyone you or I ever portrayed.

 

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And those moments of surrender when I cried just because something in the wind told me I was safe.

 

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In the familiar embrace of a place that’s seen me through more than my brain could ever retain, I remember pieces of myself that I forgot I had forgotten. I see my shadows from new angles and I learn how to dance in darkness and in light. At times I like myself more or I like myself less, but I learn to let my love never change.

 

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I open closets I left closed for eternities.

I clean out old drawers and I give a lot of baggage away.

I witness my changes and I learn to forgive because there’s really no other way.

I finally let go because there’s nothing left to hang onto anyway.

I surrender to the who I am in the where I am in the when I am
and let the universe take care of the how and why I am.

‘Cause that’s all I can.

 

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To come home is to reunite with a long lost lover.

It’s just that the long lost lover…. is me.

 

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So, I am home.

Always have been.

Always will be.

 


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Comments

  1. Bikash Deb Says: October 4, 2017 at 11:07 pm

    Hi,
    It’s real poetic.
    It happens everytime; whenever I am on long trip, the love for home sweet home cries out inside during last few days.

  2. carine foucher Says: October 7, 2017 at 2:22 am

    thank you Camille. Sometimes I am losing myself on the way, but I need to focus and to remember all my past travels where I was able to be ME.. I am my best friend..
    thanks for this beautiful post