Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
~ Charles Dickens
~ Charles Dickens
In August, I’m participating in BlogHer’s Blogging Challenge. The theme this month is: Hot.
his land is haunted.
Over thirty years of memories linger here. Childhood’s tears soak the earth; ghostly laughter dances with the summer wind; ripening apples, pears, and peaches of years past scent the air, and you shiver as a phantom cat brushes up against your bare leg.
This land is haunted. And those are just my memories.
With a house as old as this one, there are decades of memories living in its very bone structure. Someone died alone in this room, this room had only a dirt floor. Union and Confederate feet alike marched through the trees, and through the cornfields. Lovers loved, fought, cried, and made up. Families grew, fought, moved away and left the imprint of their emotions on every inch of board, bone, and speck of dirt that we now call home.
This land is haunted. And it has claimed me.
Some days I embrace it as the perfect home. Just enough land to live on, but not enough to kill me with the upkeep. Not in the city or in town, but not an impossible distance away. Living here, both my introvert side and my extrovert side are happy.
But on other days, I long for more seclusion, more acreage. Wish my support system of close friends all lived fifteen to twenty minutes away instead of an hour or more. On those days, no one is happy: neither the introvert nor the extrovert. On those days, I read.
And smell the apples and the pears. Hear the laughter of the trees. Watch dragonflies play tag among the tomatoes and the zinnias. Feel the dew and the soft grass beneath my bare feet. And remember where my soul belongs.
And the claim this haunted patch of earth has on me.
Oremus pro invicem,
One’s childhood home can have an incredible pull on the psyche ~ for good or ill. What claim does your childhood home have over you? If you’re a military brat, was there a specific place you lived as a child that holds more nostalgia for you?