Coming ‘Home’

Hello Readers,

How does it feel to be home?

Ah, I hear this question so much. What people are asking is how does it feel to be back in familiarity, in a house that I know, where the food is familiar and the language is mine.

But home isn’t that for me.

Home is my aunt hugging me goodnight like she can’t believe I’m there. Home is binge watching British shows with my cousin. Home is trampolines and pizza and avoiding trips to Walmart.

Home is sarcastic quips and jokes that take too long to get to the punchline. Home is waiting on my Gramma to hurry up and blow dry her hair already.

Home is this weird bunch of people that I love in the living room telling stories.

And what stories we have to tell. I could write a whole series of them, but I don’t think I ever will. Part of me is selfish and wants to keep these stories hidden away for myself.

I don’t want to share my home.

Because home isn’t a big red house with a white picket fence. Not for me.

Home is butterfly wings and cicada shells in my hair. Home is screeching laughter and bike rides. Home is a crazy wild thing that I do with the people I love.

I suppose it’s all perspective, isn’t it? My home is my stories of long summer days and cold winter nights.

And maybe one day I will share them, but for now, I’ll be selfish and keep them hidden away to keep me warm.

~Rubix

 

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4 thoughts on “Coming ‘Home’

  1. Dearest Rubix,

    I completely agree with this latest statement of yours… Home is not a house or a place, home is when you are with the people you love. It is then that memories are created that will last you a lifetime. Then, and only then, is when memories are created that you can retell to your children and grandchildren. Even your family can say, “Remember the time we did this and that! It was so fun. Oh the days.” In conclusion, thank you for writing this little message of encouragement to all of us fans who read your blog. And by the way, I am glad that you can share a little bit of that ‘home’ with me and my family.

    Thank you,
    Hawkeye

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  2. That was beautiful :’) You should write that in fancy wording and stick it on your wall.

    On Sat, Jul 9, 2016 at 7:29 AM, {The Sea Calls Us Home} wrote:

    > Rubix Cube posted: “Hello Readers, How does it feel to be home? Ah, I hear > this question so much. What people are asking is how does it feel to be > back in familiarity, in a house that I know, where the food is familiar and > the language is mine. But home isn’t that for me.” >

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  3. Hey, Rubix! This is a beautiful post. I totally agree. Home is not a place; it’s a feeling. =)
    Also wanted to inform you that I nominated you for something! The details are in my last blog post.
    ~Alyssa

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  4. This is a beautiful post. The way you write is so poetic, and it’s true what you said about home. It’s not a place, it’s a state-of-mind and a feeling.
    Also, I nominated you for something in my last blog post!

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