Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Love Lounge: Can you ever truly go home again?

I've talked about this perplexing question before, and the more I think about it, the more it becomes a sort of tangled riddle in my head. I like to think that, yes, it is possible to go home again -- that no matter where you go, no matter how many milesaway you are, you'll always be able to find your way back. And when you get back, a piece of home will be waiting for you. Granted, it may be a rather small piece, but it's still there...just waiting for you. It's a comforting thought.

Well, apparently, my mom didn't get the same memo I got because we have the exact opposite views on the subject. She never misses an opportunity to whip out the No Going Home card any chance she gets (in her mind, I'm sure she even has it laminated and done up in a beautiful font). I'm her prime – and it would seem only – target these days.

The times I get sad driving by our old apartment?
“Melissa, you can't go home again.”
The times I bought ALF and Smurf stuffed animals on eBay?
“Melissa, you can't go home again.”
The times I yearned to be admitted to the hospital for a pick-me-up bag of I.V. fluid?
“Melissa, you can't go home again.”

You get the idea. Blah. Blah. Blah. Yes, that's all I heard of her responses. Should a phrase so blatantly negative and cynical even be allowed in our pro-memories, pro-positive world? And if, by some chance slimmer, the phrase does indeed hold a kernel of truth? Where does that leave us?
How would you answer this question, friends? Do you think it's possible to go home again? Or are you of the mind that "the past is the past," never to be relived again? Let's chat! xoxo


  1. The past is the past. It can't be duplicated and I've always found any attempts to recreate a beloved childhood memory has left me disappointed.

    Regarding going home - my parents turned my bedroom into a den right after I left for University. They always told me I was always welcome there, but their actions (like replacing my bed with a sofa) have implied otherwise!

  2. Going home works well for some and not so well for others.

  3. The house that I grew up in from age 13 and then on and off until I got married has been torn down. My parents tore it down because the foundation fell. My parents live 6 blocks down the street from the property. One of my sisters and her family (she has 4 young children) built a house on the property. So I guess you can say I can sort of go home but not really. I know I cried the day that the house I lived in was knocked down.

  4. I don't see why a person can't visit every now and then.

  5. You can go home again.... but you can't stay.

    If you stay you'll realize that either 1.) it wasn't as wonderful as you remember, or 2.) you'll realize it isn't the same anymore.

    But maybe it is good to realize those things sometimes. Then you realize how important it is to keep moving forward.

    But I think the smurf stuffed animal is okay. :)

  6. Yes, you can go home, but it will never be the same. But that's a good thing because it means that we have good memories from the past to want to go back to but have grown enough in our lives for it never to be truly the same.


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