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I was at my parents' house this weekend. We took Erin down there for her third birthday since we had the money to make the drive to Florida, my finals were done, and she'd been asking to see Grandma and Grandad for over a month now. It was a good trip, and we were really glad we went.
The reason I'm posting about this here is because I want to know how everyone else here feels when they go home. For me, it is kinda wierd because even though it wasn't so many years ago that I left, my perspective has changed a lot I think. I find myself wondering if the place has changed. I know that it really hasn't, but it seems so different to me.
It is crazy to think that I have become so used to having things like air conditioning, cell phone reception, cable TV, and high speed internet connection that it feels kinda like "roughing it" to go back to where I came from, a place which has none of those things.
This Saturday night, after we put Erin to bed, Thak and I sat with my parents, watching British comedies on PBS, just like I did every Saturday night when I still lived there. We drank homemade mead (honey wine) and my parents told us the same old stories about Ireland and where I really come from, that we've heard 10 million times before, and my mom chewed me out for my opinions on Irish politics and my stance on the IRA (Irish Republican Army), and my dad sat there and silently agreed with one of us, but we're not sure which one... LOL Then me and Thak took a walk down the dirt road and watched a storm and the lightning that came with it rolling across the hay fields. It was a normal Saturday night on my family's farm. It was quite nice.
Sometimes I wonder how I got the way I am, since I did come from such a simple place. How did I become the wife who is obsessed with having matching sets of furniture in every room of my house? How did I become the mother who will buy her kid the latest Nickelodeon DVDs, and allow her to watch them as much as she wants? How did I become the student who wants to intern at NASA, and aspires to be a famous physicist? That's not where I came from. When I go home, I think about those things a lot, and I see how happy my parents are with none of that stuff, even though they totally could have all the superficial things I have, and live the same crazy life I live. Going home makes me think about what I've become, and more importantly, who I am. Who I am is just a simple Irish girl with a family name unrecognizable to the community, who grew up on a dirt road in Florida... sometimes I forget. Going back makes me remember, and I'm glad for that.
I have ALWAYS hated the place we lived in as a child.
I was born in the city but my parents moved us to the suburbs when I was 7. I hated the place with a passion from the moment I first saw it until I moved out at the ripe old age of 23. I hated the town, it's small minded people, their ignorance, their bigotry, I hated the fact that I had to ride my bike 30 minutes to get to a library that had very few books, I hated the fact that one needed a car to go buy milk, I hated the fact that even tho' the ride to the city took twenty minutes by car, it took almost two hours by public transportation. I hated EVERYTHING about this place!
After moving out, going there was always very painful. Like I had a sense of lacking air to breathe or something... it is difficult to explain but going back made me extremely unhappy, like a little death each time...
When my dad fell ill, my parents had talked about moving to the city so he would be closer to the hospital... But he hated the city and wanted to live his last years in his garden. After he died, my mom stayed there for two years and finally sold that house! Yay! I thought... not for long.
She moved to another friggin' suburb!!!
At least this one is more organized and it is much easier to get to.
When my sister found out my mom had sold the house, they cried. Not me.
EVERYTHING begins with a good de-pantsing! Sunny, June 20th '08
I wouldn't trust you to run a bath, let alone a fucking restaurant!!Gordon Ramsay, Kitchen Nightmares
The problem is now, I like diversity too much to live there right now. I love going home though and will go again soon. The smell of rain and my moms cooking... sitting in the yard swing and just talking about simple stuff, driving to the country store for milk or whatever, walking the same fields, rivers and ponds that I did growing up... remembering when I tried to have a 'turtle stand' like the lemonade stands I'd seen on an after-school special. I caught over 20 turtles in a few days but nobody wanted to buy them so I let them go. When I was letting them go, one bit me on the stomach... lol. I still love turtles.
I could go on and on...
I really miss the snow and rain and all that 'rain' brings (flowers, rivers, waterfalls).I miss everyone decorating for Christmas and shooting fireworks on the 4th of July. I miss lake parties and canoe trips....
lol, I was waiting for someone else to post how they loved to go home so that I don't come across like some goody goody...lol
But I love to go home! I miss my parents all the time, and if I could build a home right on the top of theirs I would. My parents have so much love in their house. It's very cozy and inviting, and I remember when I was younger I would have friends that would come to sleep over and never want to go home. When they did, they just couldn't wait to come back over again.
When we went home this past Christmas holiday, the house smelled like apple cinammon pie and everything was so beautifully decorated, and brightly lit and colored. They had the Jackson 5 Christmas tunes playing too ...lol! They had my old bedroom made up so beautifully and the bathroom reminded me of the really neat hotel bathrooms. In the kitchen my mother has bright colors all over the place, and it always smells like she's been cooking some great dish in there.
I love looking at our lazy cat, just lounged out all over the place or curled up next to the radiator...
In the summer time I'd love to go into the backyard retreat area, where my mother would have her garden, and feel the cool breeze brush my face as I drink a spritzer and rock back and forth on the bench swing. Or maybe those nights that I'd get my sleeping bag and sleep under neathe the stars, to be awakened by the smell of fresh blueberry pancakes and eggs, which would bumrush my senses! My mother would have the table stacked with breakfast goodies
We just always do things as a family when I'm home... This could either be playing a board game, sharades, cards, or going to the movies and shopping. I love doing everything with them, and I miss that sometimes being so far away My parents are very funny people and sometimes I just wish I were near them to share some jokes that can't be told or acted out on the phone
We won't be going back to NY until Christmas time again, and we're excited about that
For me going home meant going to my Grandmother's house or my Aunt's house.
They both had country homes with summer kitches, big fireplaces, sprawling screened in porches with swinging beds to sleep out on in cool summer nights.
They weren't rich by today's standards, but they always had more than what they needed and always gave freely to others who didn't. I rich lesson I learned early from them.
It meant wise advice and lots of teasing and laughter.
It meant watching my Grandpa and his gentle humor at work on my Grandma.
It meant smelling honeysuckle and jasmine, having weener roasts and making smores while telling ghost stories with my cousins.
It meant going white water rafting, canoing, and sleeping out under the stars.
It meant roaming over miles and miles of hills, wandering caves, building tree houses in the woods, and riding dirt bikes.
They both had huge gardens, bigger even than sunny's. We'd raid it for watermelons, and fresh tomatoes.
In the winters we used their hills for our sledding hills and ski slopes.
We roasted smores and popcorn in the fireplace and slept around it in sleeping bags.
Both of their homes were a place of peace and refuge where lots of people gathered and shared the love.
I can still go back there and be recognized by the old folks as being my Grandpa's granddaughter, something I really treasure.
My parents live 12 km from here in the house my granddad built by himself after WW2.
He had almost nothing after they fled and built it up after work, walking those 12 km daily to put stone on stone for years until he was finished and showed it to grammy.
The small house is something very special to me.
For he invested so much work and sweat into it this house will always be a symbol of love and caring for me!
The doors and window frames are made of steel because granddad could get that cheaper than wood from his company. Did anyone ever see steel doors in a whole house? Man, slam that door and the party is swinging!
Since grammy moved to a nursery home my parents live in it.
I go there every sunday, fill my stomach with the good things dad cooked (he cooks on sundays) and hang out in the garden.
I love that.
I see grammy every wednesday with dad too, she oftenly complained about the small house in earlier years but now she wishes she could be there again and care for the garden. It's her health which made her leaving home.
Before that my parents used to live in a small rented house in the same village and I still kinda miss that house too, it's where I grew up.
When they moved I was sad that we couldn't buy it and have it when I have kids.
I like going there. The cosy feeling when coming home, the dog greets me, the cat flees, mum gets up from behind the TV to hug me, then I will be greeting daddy who first has to put in his hearing aids when I want to talk to him ... I would miss that all so much if I wouldn't have them anymore.
Yeah, and the house ... I am daily amazed how someone can build a house all by himself, my granddad is a hero in my book.
I am happy to live nearby in the city though, smallish city with a university, but a tad more diverse than that village, perfect, I can have both whenever I want!
My parents live 12 km from here in the house my granddad built by himself after WW2.
He had almost nothing after they fled and built it up after work, walking those 12 km daily to put stone on stone for years until he was finished and showed it to grammy.
The small house is something very special to me.
For he invested so much work and sweat into it this house will always be a symbol of love and caring for me!
That is so awesome Lady Fate! Your Grand dad building that house from the ground up by his own hard work and sweat, speaks volumes of the love and care for his family that went into his passion. Definitely something to be very proud of indeed
Sunny, June 20th '08
My parents are very funny people and sometimes I just wish I were near them to share some jokes that can't be told or acted out on the phone 