I Want To Go Home
by, 12-08-2008 at 06:40 AM (1431 Views)
Since 1980, we've lived in Ohio. I actually grew up in Georgia. I was born in a little town called Warm Springs... there's a natural hot spring there that president Franklin D. Roosevelt built his second home called The Little White House.
I grew up making regular trips there, we lived a few miles away until Dad was discovered by people who kept finding him better jobs with more pay or better benefits.
I took swimming lessons at Callaway Gardens.. also close by.
It was a very spiritual area. A walk in the woods would leave us feeling at one with nature and whoever's feet had been there before us.
My entire family, except my brothers can be found within a hundred mile radius of that area.
Generations of them have grown up, had children of their own, lived and loved in that rural Georgia and Alabama area.
I need to be back there. I need to go home.
I can feel the pull as if it were a real thing. I need to touch the ground where my Cherokee ancestors lived and prospered. I need to walk in the paths that my grandparents ran as children.
I need to sit with my mom and her brothers and sisters and share observations and stories.
I need to touch my Aunt and Uncles hands that remind me so much of my dad.
I need to look into the strange eyes that look so much like my own and test the depth of knowledge that I see reflected back to me.
I feel as though my life has been put on hold until I go back there. There is some message or gift waiting for me that will allow me to finally go on with my life.
In the mean time, I am stuck where I am. Doing things the way I've always done them. Living my life on hold until I get back whatever was meant to be mine and was left behind.
Maybe it's my childhood. Maybe it's just the bond of that part of the earth that gave birth to my ancestors. Maybe it's just connecting once again with so many people who are like me, whose ideas can be just as off the wall as mine.
This site has provided me with a wonderful feeling very similar to the physical area in which I grew up. The knowing that others understand the quirks and feelings. Not having to constantly explain myself because there is always someone on here that understands.
As much as I appreciate all of you, there's no place like home.
I just want to go home.
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