There is something

There is something about being here…
I find it hard to explain. Whenever I talk to people about going home
or the drive home and how it’s my favorite drive ever…
how the same stretch of road, northbound instead of south
is just
not the same,

well,

I think I confuse them. At least,
if they have never known home as a place.
I understand home as a concept of people and hearts and souls connecting,
how walls and concrete and landmarks don’t always have to be a part of it.

But let me tell you something.

When there are walls and buildings…pastures and streams,
trees that your great-grandparents got married under,
churches where people came to know the Lord,
an ancient shady grove that was home to revivals and picnics,
a piece of land once home to a tribe,
hard clay soil turned over and made to produce crops…
when these places co-exist
and carry the memories of those people and hearts and souls — my memories, my parents’ and grandparents’ memories — I’m telling you, that is something.

Sometimes, I think people don’t get it
when I say you couldn’t drag me away from here.
How in my mind I can
fly, fly away
and breathe and live and enjoy
all the rest of the world that God has made, but my feet are like anchors and here I will remain.

14 Replies to “There is something”

  1. While I don’t quite want to go live in my hometown, I do understand what you mean about coming home. There is just something about driving that stretch that leads to my hometown that makes me feel at home. After living in the flat Murfreesboro area of Tennessee for so long and then moving to South Nashville, we live in an area that is extremely hilly and reminds me of home. While I could never go small town again, I have to say that we were looking at houses near us and they were a bit further out than my city boy husband (he’s from Memphis) could handle. (Read: it would take 10-15 minutes to drive to a store.) I kept telling him, “This isn’t that far out!” hehe So basically I’ve realized I do love the country, but just don’t want a 1-hour drive to the nearest Target or Starbucks. Instead, I’ll settle for a house that hopefully has some acreage on a big hill.

  2. Came over from Write It, Girl. I can understand what you saying…and I get it! I moved a lot growing up. When I got married, I lived in one place for 25 years, then my husband got transferred…a long way. Home is still back where we spent 25 years, where my son was raised…it is different here and I get the whole “going home” thing. I also accept that He has a plan for my life and right now, it is where I am.

    You beautifully describe your roots and I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing.

  3. Oh do I ever get this.
    My husband and I talk about it often and have both agreed we can never move too far away from our homeland.
    so sorry to hear about your aunt and that’s the reason you’re home. praying for your family.
    All for Him,
    Nikki

  4. I have so many memories here in my hometown. I’ve lived here my whole life, and I tie events and people and times to these places. It’s very special! Thanks for sharing this.

  5. THAT is beautiful. There is a heartbeat to home that is so personal and so uniquely ours. I’m from New York, and when I fly back to my parent’s home… as we are landing and I see the skyline all lit up? It does something profound to me. It’s the soil of my family tree & it is good.

  6. This is beautiful Elizabeth. It’s amazing how our hearts become attached to something simple yet so profound. As much as I am not attached to this place my family calls home…after being away and coming back…the memories, the roads, it all calls to my heart in a unique way.

  7. I resonate with this. While I used to complain about home and wonder why my parents had put down roots here, once I started traveling the world, I came to cherish this place as home base. I used to hate the winters, now I welcome them. I used to insult the flatland, now I appreciate how far it lets you see. And you’re right that what makes it most special of all is the relationship between your own people and the places that they’ve lived out the moments big and small.

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