The Siren's Tale

As far back as I can remember, I’ve carried a constant feeling of homesickness every time I am away from my dwelling. While the feeling has manifested itself differently over the years, it’s always there. That gnawing discomfort that sits in the base of your stomach, tugging at your heart-strings with no mercy.

It all began one day when my Mom let me know I’d be starting kindergarten. At first it sounded like a great idea, but when I saw the bright yellow school bus chugging down my road, my stomach hit my kneecaps. I frantically ran into my backyard, giving my Mom and Aunt a mad-goose chase to grab me before the bus drove away. I thrashed about and yelled out, “I just need to spend time with my Barbies!” Life priorities, after all.

Much like a bad 1980’s comedy movie, when my Mom brought me to the bus…

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4 thoughts on “Homesick.

  1. cheri

    I really resonated with this blog! I hated school. My family was always a safe place for me. I complained of stomach aches all the time to get out of school. I would intentionally miss the bus. Third through sixth grades I almost missed 50% of the school year, but they didn’t hold me back because they understood I was dealing with some issues. One time, I missed the school bus in 4th grade and my brother (who had graduated from High School) drove me to school. I got out of the car and watched him drive away, then I walked the 7 miles home and spent the rest of the day in the garden shed. I was 9 years old and it was winter.
    As an adult, I would notice the same feelings of misery, doom and gloom in the pit of my stomach whenever I would check into a hotel. Now that I have lost both my parents, I don’t get the feelings anymore. My husband is my home now and we go everywhere together.

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