I just want to go home, but I’m already home

home seclusion

I remember being at work, or somewhere else, and thinking over and over again that “I just want to go home.” The hours seemed like days. I’d watch the clock, and it would seem to have stopped. Two minutes before I was officially to be set free, I’d run around the corner and make an escape. I knew that those last two minutes would just kill me, so I had to make the run for it while I could still breathe. 

There eventually came a time when I stumbled on that run home, and found myself in a full body cast. Then the only place I could even be is confined at home in my bed. Years past in that cast and I again began to feel trapped. Out of old habit I’d repeat silently to myself that “I just want to go home. I just want to go home.” But I was home.

4 thoughts on “I just want to go home, but I’m already home

  1. NaPropasti October 24, 2017 / 12:58 pm

    Pretty powerful symbolism, Flying Birdie! Home is one of the most cherished and always positive concepts that are universal across cultures, and yet, has so many different shapes and forms. The question “where is home?” has always intrigued me.

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    • updownflight October 24, 2017 / 1:24 pm

      Yes, I’ve learned that it isn’t always a physical place. Thanks, for your comment on this topic, NaPropasti.

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  2. Mohamad Al Karbi October 31, 2017 / 8:17 am

    There is an Arabic poetry (I don’t know how to translate it into English) about no matter how many houses/homes we live in, we always long (miss) our first home…
    I miss my home a lot. However, sometime, I feel that I’m not missing the home itself. Rather, I’m actually missing me during that period… Very touching post, Cindy.

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    • updownflight October 31, 2017 / 12:20 pm

      Thanks so much for sharing that, Mohamed. I think that is exactly what I’m longing for, too.

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