You know when you hear a song which strikes a nerve that hits close to home and speaks to your soul? Well, to my surprise that happened when I heard “Home.” It may be speaking in metaphor and have a different meaning than what I got from it, but I took the words in their literal meaning.
It speaks about a person who is trying to go home, “A place where I can take this off my sholders.” Given it’s popularity and view count, I suspect this song has a deep meaning for many. Though I am doing well and have no complaints, I will openly admit that it’s nice to go home from time to time.
I do love my current residence in the small town of Vienna which is considered by many to be a hidden gem within the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area. Yet nothing quite has the same affect as going back to my roots in the foothills of NC. It’s a place where biscuits come with gravy, the tea is sweet, and there’s a lot of front porch sitting while waving at traffic passing by (if you see any that is).
I left home 14 years ago back in 2005 when I left to go to boot camp in the Marine Corps. I haven’t been back that much other than to see family and around holidays. Truth be told, I don’t know if I’ll ever officially reside there again, but I am extremely humbled and proud to call it my home. I can’t ignore that the residents who inhabit the small farms which fill the foothills are my people. They are the ones who raised me, taught me how to be a good person, and how to handle the many curve balls that life is going to undoubtedly throw at me. It also helps that they are the people who understand my southern accent and don’t make a comment every other word I say or ask me where I’m from when we first meet. They already know.
I do go back home as often as I can, but as many would say in their final days, no amount of time is really ever enough to spend around your friends, family and loved ones. The trip from where I am now to my hometown is roughly six hours. That may not sound like a lot to many, but as for me I loathe driving thanks to my time in California and now D.C. and I’m too hyper to be able to comfortably ride with someone else or catch a bus or train.
Like so many, my life up to this point has indeed been filled with it’s share of ups and downs. Overall, I am thankful for both. The bad times have taught me the most and they make the good times all that much sweeter.
Despite hearing this song before, this time I was actually listening and I am thankful that I did. It brought back fond memories to a past life which will forever be my roots and my friends and family that also share this history and upbringing (many of which I grew up with have since gone to that next place).
All in all, the sweet ole NC where the farm animals outnumber most jurisdiction’s residents (by a long shot) is my home. And I thank He who judges supreme for granting me that privilige. As the often quoted phrase goes, “There’s no place like home.”