This afternoon I bid farewell to Florida. As always, visiting family is like looking into a very deep mirror of myself. I see who I am, who they are, who I am in their eyes, who they are and have become, who I can or might become. I see us all age, come into ourselves, and attempt to navigate old mines.
I see photos and take new ones. I lick wounds and create others. I visit places, both concrete and metaphysical, which sooth and sear.
As always, family is blood, and memories are shared, recreated, retold and reburied.
we will not regret the past, nor wish to shut the door on it
/They say the only thing we can rely on is change.
I'm glad you had a chance to see your family. For me going home is a self check. It's like when my car needs an oil change every 5000 miles. I need to be there, see them, smell them and all goes back to place. It was lovely to meet you Shuna.
Posted by: Aran | 28 April 2008 at 11:41 PM
I feel like Aran when I go home. Except now I feel a little bit foreign to everything around and here feels more like home and I am quite divided by this.
Posted by: Tartelette | 29 April 2008 at 08:55 PM
I can understand that! But for me it's the other way round - my parents moved to Portugal - so I have to visit them there (and I love that!). And three times a year they come to visit my sister and me in Germany. There is nothing better than family life!
Posted by: Kirsten | 01 May 2008 at 07:59 AM