Comments on: homesick

By: Jenny

Jenny — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 07:37:00 +0000

Thank you all for your comments! I love the idea that we ache this way because we were not created for goodbyes. A beautiful thought to contemplate. And it does comfort me to hear from you all, as I do sometimes feel very far away.

By: paige maddex

paige maddex — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 02:56:00 +0000

Thank you for this beautiful post. You reminded me to cherish the fall leaves – as well as those around me.

We so enjoyed spending time with Fr. John. It sounds like there are so many wonderful aspects of your new life in Hawaii – I for one am particularly envious of the just picked avocados!

Take care and have a blessed Advent

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 03:20:00 +0000

Always missing you… Always feeling that ache for the beauty of the past to be present with me in the beauty of the present…especially in October.
Love you – Rachel

By: marji

marji — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 03:34:00 +0000

Jenny, Ser …
Can I tell you it wasn’t the same here without you? Your presence is what brought so many of us together. On our own, we’re not as social, not as spontaneous, not as much. Coincidentally, as I parked the car in the garage today, I thought, “this all would have been so different if Jenny and Ser were still here.” It made me recall grilling hot dogs in one of those power outages. You are missed; share yourselves where you are … as a beneficiary I can say there are souls waiting for you, joy to be shared.
love from here,
marji

By: Julia

Julia — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 01:58:00 +0000

I like this post a lot Jenny. Life is so rich and you definitely do it justice here in your description, which is hard to do. I’ve really settled into our life here and already feel this same sadness knowing that the time is coming when we’ll move and everything will change again. Speaking of seminary mentors, I think Dr. R once said to me that the older we get the more we have to embrace the fact that we live in a tent and no situation is permanent. It’s good advice, but hard, of course.

By: Ser

Ser — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 21:37:00 +0000

Yes, Jessica says it. We long for everyone we have ever loved to surround us.

Also, for me, mourning a time and place is about realizing my mortality. I will never go back there, to those circumstances exactly. My children will never go back to being the way they were when we were there.

I think this post is beautiful and I can relate so much. I'm a half a year ahead of you in the process and I can say that is does get better.

I miss you! And Hyde Park!

By: Meadowlark Days

Meadowlark Days — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 18:36:00 +0000

I have to admit that after several moves it’s easy to even stop trying to make connections in the new places. It’s hard. But I like Jessica’s thoughts on it. May God bring you friends.

By: Jessica

Jessica — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 04:40:00 +0000

Jenny,
I know exactly about that ache you feel. I attach myself very quickly to people and my surroundings and each time I’ve had to move somewhere new, it’s left a void inside me that I can’t fill with anything else. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is because we weren’t created for endings. We were created for eternity. And when something ends our spirit just can’t fully accept it. I rest in the fact that this state is only temporary, and one day soon we won’t have any more endings.

By: dancebythelight

dancebythelight — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 20:38:00 +0000

I can understand your feelings. I grew up moving around a lot. I have friends scattered across the U.S. There are times I wish I could gather them all up into one big reunion.

By: Dove Knits

Dove Knits — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 19:30:00 +0000

I feel this exact same way, especially in October. I moved alot, too, I guess, though not as much as you, but everywhere I’ve lived — Moscow, Atlanta, Gambier, Chicago, and now Cleveland — fall has been a constant. (Though, of course, in Atlanta, it was warmer and came a bit later!) It’s like the phases of my life are beads on a string, and October is the string, and I can look down it right through the middle of everything I’ve ever lived through. And it makes me very happy, in a way, but also very sad, and, like you, I miss everything adn everyone all at once, and I miss myself as I was back then, too.

Anyway, this was a rambly and poorly written way to say that I understand.