A shorter post on Christmas Eve, a time when many of us think of home and family. A big THANK YOU to my friends and family who are following this blog, providing feedback and encouragement – I wish you all some time for rest as well as fun over the holidays.
Since moving to the west coast, I developed a habitual pattern with air travel. During my departure, I went into a restive state which was, I guess, a form of decompression: not meditating, not sleeping, not bored. My return flights were devoted to enthusiastically writing to do lists and a new daily schedule after I’d had a chance to relax and reflect on What Is Important.
This fall, I travelled to Nova Scotia for Canadian Thanksgiving and that first flight from Seattle since the simpler living epiphany was very different: I read and slept. For my return flight, I also read and slept. I did not work on an ideal schedule since I’d already determined it* as part of the plan.
I had a truly hearty visit with family and friends and it reinforced my decision to move back there. But I don’t expect anything to be or feel the same. I moved away fourteen years ago: I will no longer be a visitor but I won’t be a local again either. I also haven’t idealized the place by forgetting how wretched the weather in winter (that generally runs well over into spring) can be. The plan does not preclude living simply in a warmer climate for a few months a year.
Mom asked me once if I ever got homesick. I honestly never felt that. I like to think it’s just because slowly over time I’ve come to feel that home is wherever this body is. If I’d moved back earlier, I would have felt it was because I was duty-bound or had failed at something. Not now.
But I’m not going back to the area that was my home – I’m returning to what was home for Mom. It is a place of natural beauty, energy, and magic for all who visit. A place where a wide view of the Atlantic Ocean can replace a flat-screen TV. In October, I walked down the road to the ocean and the tide was already there to meet me.
References
*See my No Time to Lose post.
Neil says
Nice picture and thoughtful column. A small technicality – the tides are really those of the Bay of Fundy (which has the highest tides in the world) not the Atlantic Ocean.
Glad you started your blog and are sharing it with family and friends. It’s like a quiet, meditative time together.
Dad
back is the new forward says
Thanks for the clarification, Dad, and the ongoing feedback!