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At Home

I don’t know about you, but I can’t believe it’s the end of April already. I mean, where did the middle of the month go?

Today I’ve been in my new home for exactly 2 months. It’s a strange thought. It seems both much longer and in no way that long.

Last weekend, I drove back to my old hometown for, among other things, my writers’ group meeting. It was great seeing people face-to-face, as opposed to on the computer screen (we’re working with a Google+ hangout for those of us who go ‘out of town’ during meetings). I also got to see former neighbors, and some of my dog-walking friends (too bad my dog couldn’t come, too!).

And, of course, drive by my old house. It was strange, in a way, not pulling into ‘my’ driveway. But not. Because I now have a new place to park, and I knew this was just a visit.

In my new home, in two short months I’ve managed to find the essentials of living — stores, healthcare providers, banks, library, post offices, etc. — but no new friends to meet for an impromptu bite at a coffee shop, no one to ‘talk shop’ with. I manage to not get lost (at least, not too often) on my side of town. But I feel divided, with my life here and my friends and acquaintances back there. I’m home, but I don’t feel “at home,” yet.

Today it’s very windy and this morning it was more than a bit brisk. Still, the dog needed a walk. I planned on avoiding the beach, since a nor’easter is working itself up, and the lake is in a froth. Having grown up on the lake, I know that strong winds back where I live mean MUCH GREATER winds on the shore. Still, the dog expected the beach, so to the beach we went. As we turned off the road and into the parking lot, the protections of the homes and trees gave way. The wind was breath-taking. Literally. I pulled off my hat (which is normally secure in the wind) and tucked it into my pocket.

The winds slammed at us, slowing me (not the dog, though). Still, we walked on, and down the path to the cut leading to the sand. Windblown spume flung high in the air, carried across the parking lot in a mist. A seagull flapped overhead, holding steady against the wind. The wind was a heavy howl blocking other sounds.

The dog and I ran onto the sand, laughing in the wind. The waves seemed to rise up higher than it should be possible for them to do. The whole of the lake seemed to arc upwards, higher than the beach on which we stood.

We were the only ones there. I flung my arms out, reveling in the ferocity of the wind and waves. And I felt at home.

6 thoughts on “At Home”

  1. I love times like that! When nature is being ferocious, but not actively trying to destroy me. It’s exhilarating. (I’m glad your dog loved it. I think Briar would, the one who is part boxer, but Hanzo the pit bull is a big chicken and hates to be in wind and rain haha.)

  2. Where ever our lives take us, for some strange reason the lake always calls us home!

    1. Ah-ah-ah! You can’t nab me that way, Sundy. :-).

      I think for me it’s water. Any water. And Mother Nature being ferocious. I think that’s part of the reason I feel so “at home” in Key West. But let’s face it, the sub-tropical sunshine there is lovely.

  3. I will visit U & we will lavish ourselves with insatiable banter while delicately sipping lemon/ginger tea. Caio gf

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