It’s almost time to go. To start what hopefully will be a great adventure. And while I am regularly having moments where I am so excited that I can hardly stay in my shoes, there is also a bittersweet side to the journey. And that is having to say some goodbyes.
In fact, saying farewells is my only real worry about my upcoming travels. For it seems that it doesn’t take long, when you get to a place, to set down roots and make friends you want to keep forever.
It happened when I traveled and lived abroad in my youth. More recently I experienced it when I went back to live in my hometown for a few years. And now, after only fourteen months here in the marina, I’m finding it sad to leave, to say goodbye, even if it’s just for a while.
“Home is wherever you hang your hat” is one of my favorite expressions. It has always reassured me, when I have given into my wanderlust, and uprooted myself from someplace, that I wasn’t really changing anything fundamental about my life. Just my surroundings would be different. I wasn’t losing anything. Turns out, that’s not exactly the case.
While I know that an exciting new chapter of my life awaits, I can’t help but feel the loss of this cozy little home I’ve had for the last year. It seems incomprehensible that the people and things which are currently part of my little world, my routine, are shortly to disappear from my daily life.
I will miss lunchtime swims with web designer extraordinaire Theresa Galido, where talk of work or anything stressful is strictly verboten. I will miss the sinfully delicious aromas continuously wafting from chef Derrick Fox’s apartment two doors down. I will miss hearing the breathtakingly beautiful voice of Samantha Fly rehearsing a song next door. I will miss the joyful greetings from Rocco, Piper and Rebel, my neighbor dogs, whom I see almost daily in the hallway with their human moms, all of whom are amazing, warm and wonderful women I am honored to call my friends.
C.W. Gusewelle, a legendary columnist for The Kansas City Star, once wrote, “Home can be more places than one. The pity is having to choose.” So very true. I would only add that it is a blessing to have such a problem.
It is the people, the community, that make a place a home. And though it is tough to say goodbye, it gives me comfort to know that, just as I have in the past, when I find myself back in this corner of the world, I will reconnect with these dear friends, and I shall be home. So while I still firmly believe in the adage that home is wherever you hang your hat, life has shown me that there is more to it than that. Home is wherever you find loved ones.