Places

My home, right now, is in Kentucky. For the longest time I felt restless traveling back North, first because I missed New Jersey then because I scorned it. This was the first trip where I was comfortable being there and still glad to come home. I wonder why?

Another thought on home-- I feel at home in Tacoma, a place I'd never laid eyes on until I was 20 years old. But it is Alan's old stomping ground, the place where his parents still live and where his family has roots. Maybe it is being married, the weaving of two lives together that's caused it, but I almost feel nostalgic being in Washington-- am I deceiving myself?-- as if a little piece of me has always been there.

bell hooks wrote a book about place that I should get around to reading one of these days. Maybe she, a Kentucky lady who's lived all over, can help me sort out the deep connection I now feel to a number of scattered places.

"On the way, on the way home
I saw a rainbow beneath my feet,
flowing over the filthy street.
It’s a long, it’s a long way
back to the place where we used to sit
when you and I were just little kids.
The time we had is not gone.
The way we chose was the long one.
The time we had is not gone." - The Mother Hips