Sunday, September 25, 2016

A bigger place called home

In last week's blog post, someone commented, "It is an amazing age that we live in, where we can meet people from the other side of the U.S. in person because of the internet." Earlier this summer, in upstate New York at Chautauqua, I told someone I was from Seattle, and they said, "You are a long way from home."

I have thought about those comments. And I've realized that these days, home is just a bigger place for me.

Our primary home is about 1900 square feet in a Seattle suburb. It's where we raised our family, where we have a garden on a third of an acre. It's the address we list in our business and financial dealings. We live in this house from May through October, with slushy dates at the beginning and the end.



Our second home is 620 square feet in a 55+ RV resort in Tucson. It's where we spend Washington's dark and rainy months, engaged in multiple fun and interesting activities like plays, water aerobics, current events and foreign policy discussions. We fly down this year on November 7.

Then we have other places that feel like home because we've been there multiple times: the schooner Heritage in Maine and Arroyo Roble resort in Sedona, Arizona and Waikoloa on the Big Island of Hawaii. Even a week once every year or two assumes a deep familiarity after a decade or so.

Or places where we visit friends regularly, like Roseburg, Oregon.

We don't feel like we're away from home when we're in any of these places.

In the last few years we've traveled outside these familiar places: to Italy, Ecuador, Eastern Europe, Greece and Africa. My experience is that the places feel "away from home" for a few days. But just for that long. Because I quickly see the similarities. No matter where people live, or how they look, or dress, or eat, or what kind of dwelling they have, they're all pretty much like us. They have the same hopes. The more I go to different places, the more they all seem like home.

I visited Oinofyta, Greece for the first time in August. I'm returning in October. In my mind I see where I'll be spending my days. It feels like home already.

So when people say to me, "You sure do travel a lot," I think to myself, "Really, it's just a bigger place called home."

I've heard it said that "home is where the heart is." I am all over that.

7 comments:

rosaria williams said...

With internet, we are never in one place.

Olga Hebert said...

I think it is wonderful that you have taken full advantage of your opportunities to travel and to both learn and give back.

Linda Reeder said...

I think you have truly expanded home, and I find that remarkable. I do love to travel, but for me there is no place like home.

DJan said...

You have become a citizen of the world, which means you are always home. I'll be seeing you next week on your next journey to Vashon Island. :-)

Deb Shucka said...

Home is that field where you continue to say yes. Lovely post.

Sally Wessely said...

As DJan said, you have become a citizen of the world. I love that you travel as much as you do. It would be too much for me, but for you it is perfect. I will miss you all at Vashon.

Barbara Torris said...

My first blog was titled Always At Home. Me stay in a place for more than three days and I will start redecorating. It is very strange.

Love following you this summer Linda. Life is good.

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