Last week, a friend kindly wrote that my instagram pictures make her a little homesick for Colorado even though she’s never lived here. I totally get that because I often think the same thing about other places, too. For example, I’ve never lived – or even visited – Charleston, South Carolina. But every time I see a picture of an old house there flanked by oaks covered in Spanish moss and hydrangeas big as dinner plates, I get a little homesick for Charleston.
Special places give you a feeling of home, even if you’ve never had an address there.
I think it’s the same with people, too. Sometimes, people you don’t really know still feel like home.
That was my thought as I read your many responses to my (in)courage post on seasons of friendship. Quite frankly, your words blew me away. Your stories of struggles as well as I’ve-been-there/I-am-there support were infinitely more heart healing than my original post. I’m clearly not the only gal going through a changing season of friendship, not by a long shot. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
And thank you – all of you – for giving me a little bit of home.
Do you get homesick for places you’ve never lived or people you’ve never met (or at least don’t know very well)? Tell me about them!
Kristen,
First let me say that, though we have never met face to face, you feel like home! You have welcomed me into the blogging community and have encouraged me tremendously. If you were a house, you would have a big southern wrap-around porch that said to the passerby – welcome, come and sit a spell! By the way, I love Charleston, SC. I don’t live there, but I do live close enough to visit on a regular basis because it does have that “come home” feel. Thanks for being you…
With love and friendship,
Bev
I can relate to this so much. When I see blue green water of the Caribbean I get homesick for a cruise that I took in 1999. My sister in law and my 4 year old niece were with me. Now the niece is 18 and the sis in law is not as close with me as she was. I long for that time when we attended the same church and often went to lunch afterwards together.
In the middle of my harsh Wisconsin winter, I get homesick for Florida! 🙂 I have visited there once, and my sister lives there. I long for the spring azaleas and magnolias, and the ocean, beautiful! Oh yeah, and I miss my sister dreadfully! 🙂
While on a working trip to Berlin Germany I took a weekend trip to Paris. I have wantedto goback ever since. The love of Paris is forever close to my heart.
Sometimes, I hear my spirit longing for home. And I whisper back, “not yet, not yet; but one day… one day.”