Tuesday, April 9, 2013

There's No Place Like Home

I feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, repeating over and over again, "There's no place like home.  There's no place like home.  There's no place like home," as she turns in slow circles, trying for a balance, a way to peace, a way through the maze of her life, trying to go home.

My life is like a maze.  For three months of the year, I am a sailor, living on a 47 foot boat, sometimes in the sunshine and glory of the Caribbean at its best, and sometimes in the teeth of a gale, sea sick and miserable.  For three and a half months of the year, I am hanging out in blueberry heaven in the state of Maine, playing in the fog, making friends, taking pictures and harvesting muscles.  For 6 and a half months of the year, I tour Canada, from Ontario to Alberta, to British Columbia and back again, with a little gardening thrown in, and always, the reorganizing of cupboards and closets.

When there's been a recent transition, as when I made it home to Ontario this week, I feel like Dorothy:  Where am I?  Where do I belong? I want to go home.   When I wake up to pee in the middle of the night, I have a difficult time navigating around the boat, when in fact I am in the dark, in my house.  Oh right!  There's a door there!!!  Ouch!!!!!!!

Thomas Wolfe wrote the great American Classic "You Can't Go Home Again" in 1947.  His premise was that we change and "move on" when we leave home.  Everyone at home changes and moves on too while we are gone.  Nothing is ever the same when we turn up on our old home turf after any extended absence.  This is my life.  Ladies and Gentlemen, the life and times of Rosemary-The-Gad-About has a down side.  This is it:  I'm turning in circles, looking for a way home.

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