Returning home

by Lesley on September 7, 2010 · 4 comments

in family,lessons learned

During my second year of college, after a long weekend break in Irvine, I made a slip of the tongue that crushed my mother’s heart.

“I guess it’s time for me to head home,” I said, as I stepped into my little red Pontiac Sunbird.

“Home?!?” she replied. “But, you ARE home!”

She was right. I was home. It’s just that I had also made a second home. Cliché as it may sound, the moment with my mom is when I first truly understood the phrase “Home is where the heart is.”

First and foremost, home is where there are people who love you unconditionally. Sometimes those people are family. When you can’t be with family, that love can come from wonderful friends.

Last weekend, my younger brother got married. This big change in our family had me reflecting more than usual, and I couldn’t help but notice all the little things I love about my first home in Irvine.

Home is where the heart is, but it’s also where…

….I know every turn on the freeway; where the air is thicker and holds a little hint of ocean; where the door is always unlocked; where the fridge stays stocked but the cookies stay hidden; where my bedroom closet is still stuffed with childhood books, prom dresses and junk; where I can hear the lifeguards yelling, ‘Adult swim!’ on summer Saturdays; where mom bustles around and dad works on the computer; where the windows are always open; where I don’t have to think about what to cook for dinner; where the paper waits for me on the breakfast table; where the bathroom is stocked full of my sister’s cosmetics and jewelry; where memories are made clear; where our best and worst comes out, where I’m reminded of carefree days of youth and unconditional love.

Where is your home? Are there any particular moments when you feel most at home?

{picture: my dad at home on the couch yesterday, recovering from Scott’s wedding.}

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