Homesick! That’s how I’m feeling. How do you feel when you think of heading home?
In a few short days I’ll be packing my bags and heading “home” to Pennsylvania. Nostalgia has set in. Lingering hours at the kitchen table with my mom. Playing and hanging out with my nephews.
Long blissful times spent hanging with my little sister having great talks, her dragging me to the shopping mall – a torture I’ll only endure for her (I have to protest a little to make it more fun for her).
Shooting a few games of pool at the tavern with my brother who’ll graciously teach me a thing or two about the art that tends to run in the family. Hanging with the uncle. Watching the beautiful Susquehanna River flow by in all its majesty.
Driving in “normal” traffic, unlike my beloved California, and seeing the countryside and the Amish buggies with the wonderful garb. Sometimes the kids will be riding alongside with their bicycles. Eating food I can only get there – and would only eat there! Seeing all my wonderful friends. Mornings at the cafe. Umm.
You know what I’m talking about!
Home Sweet Home
Esther Hicks once humorously commented: “Homesickness is that sick feeling you get when y0u think of heading home”. I mean, let’s face it, most of us haven’t exactly had Leave It To Beaver homes to grow up in.
And come to think of it, I would have hated to have endured such a “wholesome” family. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with wholesome, it’s that the portrayal just isn’t real. Truthfully, I could only behave that well for so long. It feels stifling.
On the other hand, let’s face it, our family can push our buttons like nobody’s business - and imagine this (bite my tongue) – we push their buttons too. As much as we love them, it can be downright nerve racking at times. Still, ya gotta love ‘em.
Balancing It Out
The more years around the sun I have, the more I enjoy my trips home to be with my family. Sure, we all have our flaws, who doesn’t? And some families more than others.
Maybe part of growing up is accepting our family members for who they are and appreciating the great qualities they DO have, You may become more generous and place your focus on the good, rather than paying total attention to what drives you crazy and makes you want to become a Freddy Krueger.
Naturally, I still slip into those moments when I’m home where I want to speak in tongues and thrash about as if possessed. But, as the saying goes “It’s all good”. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I adore my family even when they “make me crazy”.
Along with loving them more we learn to accept our own flaws too. Come on, give yourself a big hug right now and recognize how cool you really are!
Dysfunctional Families
Well, let’s break it down. Really, what families aren’t at least a teeny bit dysfunctional? Let’s get real. I’m talking seriously dysfunctional.
The warm fuzzies about our families is great, but some people have been terribly harmed by family members.
In extreme cases, it may be best to not be with family at all. Or to limit your time with family. It can be re-traumatizing and you don’t need to subject yourself to further harm if you’re in this type of situation.
In these cases, the best you may be able to do is re-create a loving “family” of your own choosing. Surround yourself with supportive people who treat you well and love you for who you are.
Forever Is A Myth
At some point it sinks in that forever is not real. Recognizing this fact has helped me adore my family, and adore them I do.
Often when I’m home sitting with them, I remind myself to enjoy the moments and cherish them for the time will arrive when those moments are gone forever.
Be here now. Cherish what you do have. There’s no place like home. And home is more than a place, it’s a feeling. Home is in our bones.
What Do You Experience?
How do you feel and what thoughts go through your head as you get ready to head home?
- What are your thoughts and feelings when you are planning a trip home?
- How is it being home?
- Has it changed over time?
- How have you changed?
- How has your family changed?
- What’s the most challenging part about going home?
- What’s the best part about going home?
- What about home do you carry with you?
Remember, for better or worse there’s no place like home!
Be well, and may you have the best trips home ever!
Photo Courtesy: Esther Gibbons




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Hi Lauren,
I am home; where I grew up, but we get together, and it is as you say “ALL GOOD!” I don’t believe that there is a single family that has escaped the generation gap and the dysfunction that comes along with it. While reading your post my thoughts drifted to my youngest daughter. She is living across the nation, and I wondered how she may reflect on returning home. It is funny from this aspect because home is almost like her home away from home.
Thank you for the ultimate reminder that our families are valuable to us regardless of the differences we have with each other. Enjoy your time at home and have laughter with your family.
Thank you Sandra. And thanks for your reflections on home and your own family.
I know what you mean about home away from home. I’ve lived in California for a very long time and it totally “fits” for me. Yet, Pa. will always be home in a different way. The sights, sounds, smells, tastes, everything about it stirs something in me in a way nothing else does.
Maybe that’s why I feel for people who must flee their homes in countries where the strife makes it impossible to be there.
I’m grateful home is still available.
Be well and enjoy your family!
Lauren
Lauren´s last blog ..Going Home- The Agony and the Ecstasy
hello lauren
how are you?
we cant over emphasize the importance of having family around us. i had a great time connecting with my sisters and mum a few weeks ago. it was great and we had time to unwind, surprisingly play around despite our ages, bring up memories of our late dad & the good old days ……..
so i can relate with you lol!!!
hope you have a lovely time enjoy the rest of the day
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Dear Ayo,
Nice to see you and glad to hear you enjoyed your Mum and sisters. It is really fun to reminisce and play with family. We’re never too old!
And it’s good to be with others who remember and share the love we have for our loved ones who’ve passed. Just recently I spent a few days with a friend who knew and was friends with my Dad. We shared some memories and it was a good feeling.
Thanks for the well wishes!
Warm regards,
Lauren
Lauren´s last blog ..Going Home- The Agony and the Ecstasy
Lauren,
Have a wonderful trip to Pennsylvania…and in going home!
Home. For me – that also brings up visions of slower times – the Amish in there buggies, roads that aren’t always paved, open countryside…
….and it also brings up thoughts of who will I see. So many people – and almost always…so little time. Still..it’s all good….
I envision playing games, coffee and dessert around the kitchen table, walks around town, catching up, and slowing down….
And that’s a nice picture to think about…
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Dear Lance,
Wow, it sounds like we lived near the same area! And that we do some of the same things when we go home.
My nephew is turning 21 and we still go for very late middle of the night walks around town and swing on the gliding swing at the “old folks” home. We take the beagle along. And isn’t there just something about hanging at the kitchen table???
I enjoyed hearing about what you do when you go home. And, knowing you, you take lots of love home with you and spread it around!
Thanks for coming for a visit Lance.
Warm regards,
Lauren
Lauren´s last blog ..Going Home- The Agony and the Ecstasy
Hi Lauren,
Nice post about going home–I hope you have a wonderful visit.
Here’s my silly story: Because of a somewhat authoritarian upbringing, I used to measure the quality of home against its cleanliness. If the house is messy, it ‘aint home. Needless to say, it took until our 6th year of marriage to come to terms with this dysfunctional outlook.
A wise marriage therapist asked me a simple question: “When you’ve been married 20 years, will you remember whether or not the window over the kitchen sink was clean when you had company over for dinner?”
I received her message and I some it up in these two words: Live Life!
I’m proud to say we are now in our 20th year of marriage. We’ve become complete slobs since that fateful day some 14 years ago. Of course, we do overcome our slothfulness by blaming the home’s disarray on our teenage sons.
We’ll clean up when they move out… then they can deal with stress of coming home…
Of course, this is all in jest.
Mostly.
Greg
Hey Greg,
Great story! Thanks for the well wishes. Today was the first day that felt like summer and I pratically ran the few steps to the beach. My heart wants to stay and frolic at the ocean.
Yet, my heart is racing home to those I love. Although the heart can be in two places at once, I’m not certain the body can.
A home isn’t too comfy if we can’t relax in it – you know that thought of don’t sit there and be careful of that. A friend recently said she didn’t know if it was good to bring her 3 year old grandson to visit because I have some nice artsy stuff around.
I was quick to say bring the little tyke and let’s hope I don’t have to torture him if he breaks anything! Mostly jest.
You’re fortunate to have teenage sons to blame things on – could I borrow one of them sometime? Jest, mostly.
Nice to hear from you!
Warmest regards,
Lauren
Lauren´s last blog ..Going Home- The Agony and the Ecstasy
Hi Lauren,
I hope you’re having a lovely visit at home with your family. I too am right now visiting with my family and am enjoying this precious time.
Although the true intent for this visit was to offer support, I am ending up feeling recharged and loved…
Hugs,
Dorlee
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Dear Dorlee,
Glad to hear your visit home is feeling good. I’m enjoying the love of family and friends, along with the beauty of the land in central Pa.
Love abounds all around us and perhaps that’s the most amazing aspect of life to me.
Best wishes on your new endeavor!
Warm hugs,
Lauren
Lauren,
I feel like I come off as some bubbly fan each time I read your posts. They’re relevant, enlightening, and full of warmth- thank you.
It’s taken me a while to come even close to looking forward to going home. Despite every member of my family trying to literally bribe me to leave the circus, I have to laugh at it. I know they want the best for me and care a lot for my future. It’s hard for me to be angry or too frustrated when I know those are their intentions. Plus they take me out for dinner. =)
I hope you enjoy your trip home Lauren!
Much love,
Ben
Dear Ben,
Well, my friend, I’m a fan of yours as well! Thanks for the warm compliments.
I LOVE that you follow your passion! Good for you. Obviously, it’s not easy with the kind of pressure you’ve had placed on you. But, hey, Ben, I’m with you. Give me good dinners out and I’ll follow ya anywhere. I have my standards!
Home is great so far. My first day home and we had a great thunder and lightning storm. I love it.
Now, my little nephew is on his way and he has plans for me to sleep in his bed and he’s camping out on the floor of the bedroom in his sleeping bag (as his brother did until he was 17). How good is that!
It’s always so good to hear from you and Ben you are an inspiration.
Hugs,
Lauren
Lauren´s last blog ..Going Home- The Agony and the Ecstasy
Dear Lauren,
Your trips home sound both idyllic and real. I wish you a wonderful visit.
My childhood home is just minutes away from where I live now, so I only knew homesickness when I lived abroad. Then I came home to feel it worse for Europe!
That experience taught me to just be where I am. Part of that is being mindful of the imperfect sides of where I am wishing to be. Like the way you keep it all in perspective.
I don’t know how long my Mom will stay in the house I grew up in. I used to totally dread the idea of her having to downsize, and to not be able to have holidays there or even stop by for tea. Though I am sentimental, I’ve pretty much gotten over that phobia! Change is my friend now.
Enjoy your journey!
Love. Lisa
Dear Lisa Marie
I love the way you put things – so much wisdom. Change is your friend now- that’s wonderful.
How true that we often tend to idealize places and people when we’re away from them. Ah to be human – a sigh of wonderment.
Big hugs to you dear Lisa and lots of love,
Lauren
Lauren´s last blog ..Going Home- The Agony and the Ecstasy
Hi Lauren
Most of us probably have mixed feelings about going home.
There are lots of good things we remember but it can also be a time that brings back memories that we would rather forget.
The phrase Going Home is used in lots of songs to indicate going back to a safe place, a place we know well and feel a part of but like most things in life… it’s not that straighforward.
Great topic Lauren, certainly made me think.
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Dear Keith,
Thanks for your observations. As you point out, life is in the grey (and technicolor) and is not black & white. Not that simple. And, yes, many do have memories they would rather forget.
I think that’s why holidays are so difficult for many people. A holiday represents a time when families come together and it’s “supposed” to feel good. Yet, for many people it doesn’t feel good and it’s a hard reminder because of the contrast.
So far, though, my trip’s been pretty lovely. The Susquehanna is looking good! And the family’s seeming pretty sane – always a good sign!
Nice to hear from you, Keith, and thanks for your insight.
Warm regards,
Lauren
Lauren´s last blog ..Going Home- The Agony and the Ecstasy
Having lost my parents years ago and a number of close friends in more recent years, going home now is more a spiritual journey than anything else.
I go home now and I just bask in the feeling of being home, of being where my first impressions in life were made, all the firsts: my first words; my first steps; my first day in school; my first job; my first kiss; my first “going past third base;” my first encounter with Jim Crow…
I stand on the floor of the Sonoran desert where my hometown, Tucson, sits, and reflect on how I grew up there and went on to evolve from a little colored boy who only wanted to love and be loved to a 72 year old black man who has spent a lifetime loving and being loved.
Home reminds me of what a great life I’ve enjoyed, a life I’m still extremely excited about.
Dear Ernie,
What a great perspective on home – and life.
My thoughts have been that home might feel empty without those we love and you have presented a different perspective that I find heartwarming. As usual, you have sifted through and found the beauty of a situation, Ernie.
I love that you are extremely excited about life and that you have spent a lifetime loving and being loved. Somehow those two things go together in my mind. It’s a life you have created by choice.
Thanks for sharing your uplifting perspective of home, love, and life.
Big hugs,
Lauren
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