Poem Day : Homecoming
6 April , 2008I’m moving poem days to Sunday. Why? Well, for the last few weeks it seems to be the day that I feel in the right frame of mind to write, and because I want to – that’s why. š
I’ll probably move quotes to Wednesdays now, but I haven’t made up my mind about that yet so you’ll have to wait and see like me.
Right. I’ve been putting off writing this poem for a while now, maybe cause I knew it would upset me so much to do it. I’m headed to Johannesburg next weekend for the first time since I moved down here in December – need I say more?
I think it would have been a lot easier for me to get what I wanted if I could only figure out what the hell it was…pathetic. *gives self a whopping mental slap and a box of tissues*
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stunning poem! you’re just setting yourelf up for disappointment about going “home” doll…
Aw, lovely poem. I think home is everywhere that you leave a trace on, and going to that ‘home’ won’t necessarily make you feel like your new home isn’t home. Both are important to you, as the home you left and the home you’re in, so REAL home is neither here nor there… it’s in you hun.
Stef & Rox : thanks guys. I’m all fine again today – sometimes I think I just think too much. I know it’s going to be fine, just had 5 minutes of madness I guess?
Manic Mondays hey… ugh. You know hun, having a whole day of madness is ok sometimes, we have to let it out when it hits us.
Hope tomorrow is a nice calm Tuesday!
This poem just makes me miss you more!! Can’t wait to see you again!!
louisa, that was sooooo beautiful!
i agree rox, your home is in your heart.
remember, nobody could erase your wonderfully strong energy and presence from their home and i don’t believe for 1 second that they would want to!
go home to your family, but remember, recharge your family battery and come back to your new home, refreshed!
we love you!
antie koekie
Rox: Thanks hun…Tuesday was just what I needed. š
Wanette: *hug* miss you too buddy! See you Sunday… š
Antie Koekie: You guys are not getting rid of me that easily don’t worry – I made a promise to myself to do at least one year down year and to give it a fair chance. I just have to say thank you to every single person who’s made it so easy for me to adjust to CT living, I am very blessed and don’t think that I don’t know it. š love you guys too…
luvverly stuff!
Thanks angel š
Really nice poem about a well expressed and universal question. You are getting better all the time.
It will be interesting to find out, won’t it. “Interesting” doesn’t always mean fun.
A few years ago I took a trip from New Mexico to Montana, with a change of planes in Salt Lake City. From the airport in Salt Lake I could see the house in which I lived for a number of years on the hillside below the Capitol Building.
I spent some time in Montana, the country of my family. I realized that while Montana was the land of my people, Utah was my countryside.
Which do you choose? Your people or your country?
Mmmm…I’m still deciding. It’s strange and wonderful being back here in my parents’ house KnotKeats. It’s so familiar and at the same time so different.
Hi. I’m moved into my new digs. I’ve been meaning to get on the web and catch up on some of my favorite bloggers. I lost track about when you picked up and moved. I need to go back and read your posts and find out why you did it, and how the adventure took place.
The snippets I’ve seen are fascinating.
KnotKeats: I suppose the short answer would be that I always wanted to know what it would feel like to live somewhere else, and I was presented with the opportunity to find out…I didn’t need much convincing. š