Art Trip Home

I grew up, wanting to leave home. It seemed restrictive and boring. Nothing exciting ever happened. And it seemed to me, that every bit of joy that I might experience in life lay just beyond my front door.

So I dreamt about the day I’d leave. The years passed slowly, as they do when you’re young, until finally, it just happened. My escape was nothing like the way I had envisioned it. I left home when I was 17 and went away to Minnesota and college.

But then, time started to fly by. I grew up by leaps and bounds and aged. Suddenly, I wanted to go back home. I missed my family. I wanted them to see the woman that I had become and to tell them how right they were about “such-n-such” and how I had applied their wisdom in my life.

So I bought a round-trip ticket back home. It was time. I needed to visit. I needed to see where I had come from, to determine if I had made the right choices and to compare notes for future debates.

So I hurried back to where I had rushed to leave.

There’s a joy in sharing childhood stories with strangers. Life, indeed seems better now. Less painful, with more melancholy, trimmed with nostalgia, and not at all the way I left it.

This round trip to home.

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