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A famous dark-haired girl once said, “There’s no place like home.” She may not have been referring to the holidays but she might as well have been. For me, there is no other feeling like coming home.
As an adult, you walk the same steps as you once did as a child. Sometimes you step into the same room that you slept in as a child.
The walls that once displayed the cluttered collage of pages that were carefully pulled out of teen magazines are now clean and painted a warm and neutral color. The space that used to house your clothes, toys, collectables, and hold all your personal things is now a comfortable spare bedroom.
The bed that you used to lie on for hours talking with your best friend now has delicate sage green bedding and fluffy new pillows that welcome guests. Your personal touches are gone but still it feels like your old room. It probably always will.
The feeling of comfort and familiarity. The sense of belonging. During the years that I was away at college, then living in Michigan, I could not wait to come home, especially during Thanksgiving and Christmas. There were old friends to see, loving family members to embrace and traditions to follow.
Even the town has the welcoming feeling as you visit the local grocery store or coffee house. When you sit at the bar of a familiar place and order a drink, you watch your team score on the television and everyone cheers loudly for the same team. You are home.
All the gifts in the world could not replace being with the people that I love and laughing with them over a hot cup of coffee or relaxing glass of wine. I love getting together with family for holiday meals. The feast, as my boys call it.
I love the chaos, the noise, and the craziness. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
It is the pieces from our past that help us to create our celebrations and traditions of the future.
Life experiences, adventures and creating new families in new places can enrich our lives. But it is still nice to come home. Dorothy was right.
Edited by Jody Smith
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