(Mostly) Ditto you and Linda R below. Left home at 18 to join the Air Force and never looked back, as I knew life was evolving and, with a lot of it being new, all the changes -both good & bad- were new experiences for me on the way to my becoming who I am, today (hmm . . . also good and bad :) ). Loved my family, of course, but was never homesick a day in my life; still am not. Like you and Linda, I Google Earth my old home, but in remembrance only, wondering, who are the strangers who live there now and wonder what they've done with my room. And, where are the friends from those days, who, unlike me, have gotten much older . . . But, Laura, absolutely love that you're living life and that you're experiencing new things, people, customs, language, everyday. We only grow through change. Carry on!
I google earth my homes too and wonder the same thing! It is nice to see the houses being lived in. Someone else's life is there now. I think about how you are were not and are not homesick and find it amazing. I think it is good to find the space between missing family and being present where you are. Sometimes it's a challenge, but that is okay. Thanks, as always, for your thoughts!
I too have moved about, and at 63, have come to feel that wherever I am is home. All places I’ve lived had things to offer, and things to endure. Thanks for making me stop and reflect. My dream was always to live in my grandparents cabin on Lake 27 in Michigan. It was sold many years ago, and torn down to make way for a fancy new cottage. I’ve been back to the lake, but it’s like communing with a ghost. I’ve lost the direct contact and can only go there in my dreams. But it still anchors me, all these decades later. The roots of my family extend through the cabin back to the ancestors. I’m happy to know where I’m from and at peace where I am. And there are still adventures ahead! Though maybe not as adventurous as your life is! I’m glad to know that I am part of your roots, and that you’re happy. About that persnickety cat though...
Thanks for sharing your story about the cabin at Lake 27. I imagine going back and not seeing the building there is harder in some ways. Even so, how nice that you can still connect to your family and to your past. In my experience, past homes have mostly been the same when I have returned. Your comment makes me wonder how my views will shift as I get older and this no longer stays true. Hmmmm. Thanks for reflecting!
(Mostly) Ditto you and Linda R below. Left home at 18 to join the Air Force and never looked back, as I knew life was evolving and, with a lot of it being new, all the changes -both good & bad- were new experiences for me on the way to my becoming who I am, today (hmm . . . also good and bad :) ). Loved my family, of course, but was never homesick a day in my life; still am not. Like you and Linda, I Google Earth my old home, but in remembrance only, wondering, who are the strangers who live there now and wonder what they've done with my room. And, where are the friends from those days, who, unlike me, have gotten much older . . . But, Laura, absolutely love that you're living life and that you're experiencing new things, people, customs, language, everyday. We only grow through change. Carry on!
I google earth my homes too and wonder the same thing! It is nice to see the houses being lived in. Someone else's life is there now. I think about how you are were not and are not homesick and find it amazing. I think it is good to find the space between missing family and being present where you are. Sometimes it's a challenge, but that is okay. Thanks, as always, for your thoughts!
I too have moved about, and at 63, have come to feel that wherever I am is home. All places I’ve lived had things to offer, and things to endure. Thanks for making me stop and reflect. My dream was always to live in my grandparents cabin on Lake 27 in Michigan. It was sold many years ago, and torn down to make way for a fancy new cottage. I’ve been back to the lake, but it’s like communing with a ghost. I’ve lost the direct contact and can only go there in my dreams. But it still anchors me, all these decades later. The roots of my family extend through the cabin back to the ancestors. I’m happy to know where I’m from and at peace where I am. And there are still adventures ahead! Though maybe not as adventurous as your life is! I’m glad to know that I am part of your roots, and that you’re happy. About that persnickety cat though...
About that cat....
Thanks for sharing your story about the cabin at Lake 27. I imagine going back and not seeing the building there is harder in some ways. Even so, how nice that you can still connect to your family and to your past. In my experience, past homes have mostly been the same when I have returned. Your comment makes me wonder how my views will shift as I get older and this no longer stays true. Hmmmm. Thanks for reflecting!