I've been out of the nest for a while. Granted, I had a bit of a false start when I left for about two years after undergrad, I then decided the world was just too tough and went back to live at home to go to grad school. In my defense, I've long since moved back out, am married and have recently purchased a home of my own.
But, I was driving home tonight listening to some Paul McCartney and was struck by how homesick I really was. I haven't been home since April and I could feel the universe tugging at me to jump in the car and make the six hour trek back to the Boro.
Aside from the Paul McCartney, which my mom and I always listen to back home, I'm not sure what triggered such a pang to head back home. Maybe it was the fact Homecoming was last weekend and I saw all my friends posting pictures of Homecoming festivities, or how Fall always makes me think of riding horses with my mom like we used to when I was young. Whatever it was, I couldn't ignore it.
My parents/parent have had the same house since I was about two, so as you can imagine I have a lot of memories there. In fact, after my father died (Note: my parents divorced when I was 16 and my father moved to WV.) it was not his house in WV that was painful to be at, but the one in Edinboro. That was the house I grew up in with my father. I helped him build the addition on the garage, we hunted bunnies in the field surrounding the house, he taught me to ride a two wheeler there and where he caught me sneaking in after curfew.
But, I digress.
My point is while I moved out of my house years ago, and it is no longer "my" house I still miss home. I think we all do, no matter how many years ago we left the nest. And, you're never too old to go home. So, when the universe pulls you there, you should go.
John Denver - Country Roads
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