In a week I’d better be asleep because on the 11th I’m boarding a series of long flights home. It’s been two years since our last stateside visit. In that time we’ve had my sister Megan and her girlfriend Sam come for a short holiday visit and my parents come for a longer one. The thought of going home brings internal conflict out. I somewhat feel guilty calling Oregon home instead of England.
Our house in the midlands feels like home now. Two years ago when we flew back for the summer, I’m sure I couldn’t have said the same thing. Time changes things. I’ve carved out a path for myself in this country. I’ve set goals that I plan on achieving. I’ve become a student who is active and engaged in not only my department, but in the Guild of Students. And, I wouldn’t change any of it.
But sometimes, the home that’s carried deep in my heart speaks out and reminds me of what I’m missing. Awhile back, last Autumn, a friend from home shared this video on facebook. Now I’m sharing it with you.
The Home of My Childhood
Finding Oregon from Uncage the Soul Productions on Vimeo.
This is the home that I miss. The beautiful mountains and lakes and rivers and coastline. This summer I plan on going exploring and showing my son all the things that I took for granted growing up.
Our American Summer Manifesto
We will visit at least one park a week.
We will go to at least two River Rhythms concerts.
We will participate in the Summer Reading Program.
We will go camping on the coast.
We will swim in the river at the cabin.
We will spend a couple of nights minimum in the cabin.
We will go swimming as a family at least once a week.
We will visit friends and family.
We will have fun.
We will introduce the boy to baseball.
We will colour with sidewalk chalk.
We will help tend my parents garden.
We will enjoy Megan’s wedding.
We will see the giant redwood trees.
We will attend a Mondays @ Montieth concert or two.
We will blow bubbles and hula hoop.