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...and back again

Collected my dog from my dear aunt in Atlanta.  She (my aunt, that is) and I share so many things in common, including our idiosyncrasies.  I always come home from hers well caffeinated and with a slew of books.

It's so weird being back home.  It's so green and wet.  The air feels heavy.  My "garden" has devolved into jungle.  The air feels close after a month.  There's a postal crate with a month's worth of mail to go through.  I have more laundry than I can shake a stick at.  I've had to quash the rising panic on more than one occasion when contemplating getting back into the swing of things... so much to do!  I don't shift gears easily.  Must have a faulty clutch...

Saw a smidgen of the destruction wrought by the recent rash of tornadoes as I passed through east TN and northern GA.  Makes my heart ache.  I was born and raised in Alabama, have lived in both B'ham and Tuscaloosa, and have many family members and friends there.  All accounted for, thankfully.  Part of me will always consider sweet home Alabama just that... home.  It's been such a crazy time in the world, disaster and destruction across the globe.  It all gives pause and tugs the heart strings as it were, but when you see the place you grew up flattened... well, it makes it all a bit more real, makes one feel all the loss more keenly.  Sympathy shifts a bit toward empathy.  Makes my petty daily concerns seem a bit more trivial.  Perspective gained is always good. 

Homecoming is bittersweet, in part due to fact that home is not just a place of residence.



May. 9th, 2011 07:26 am (UTC)
Faulty clutch lol. I also enjoy a certain amount of inertia in pretty much all things. Change does not a happy Snick make. I remember coming home from 3 months in Europe and just being unable to look at my closet. It was so overwhelming to own so many things, or to remember any of my old wardrobe. I had a birthday party to go to the next day and showed up in a peasant top and sarong out of my backpack because I couldn't deal with picking out something to wear.

*hugs you* Welcome home. I hope it gets easy fast.
May. 10th, 2011 01:55 am (UTC)
Thanks so much. And happy belated birthday, btw. :-D