(or Do Turtles Ever Get Homesick?)
I’ve just spent two weeks away from home. Some would call this a “vacation.” I don’t mean to sound flippant or ungrateful. Yes, we’ve been in England these last two weeks… but mostly visiting my in-laws and in the non-stop company of two young, jet-lagged children who don’t really understand where they are or why their bodies are so out of sync. It’s hardly been restful or restorative, as the word “vacation” usually implies.
What I’ve noticed most about this trip is my longing for home, a home-sickness of sorts, that I’ve never experienced before when we’ve traveled.
Perhaps it’s because it’s been more than two years since we’ve made the journey over the pond. Or maybe it has to do with being here, during the Brexit vote and subsequent fallout. I long for the perception and illusion of stability and safety back home, as opposed to the stark reality of instability and unknown that can’t be avoided on this island. England, or more generally the EU, was always our backup plan. If things get too politically unstable in the U.S., we always can head to Europe, or so we thought. Now I’m not so sure. I want my children to thrive in a global world, not be restricted to small-minded island thinking.
Maybe it comes from so many years of living in a country where I felt so many of the states were “off-limits.” Sure there are gay people living in all 50 states (shock! horror!), and many did so under repressive local governments, but that’s never what I wanted for myself or my family. I refused to live in such places and was lucky that I didn’t have to.
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