Well, the saying is ‘you can’t go home again.” So, you can…but not really. I went home for a booksigning event at Boswell’s Book store in Milwaukee, where I grew up. It was bittersweet. My parents are nolonger with us, and I had not been back since a High School reunion a few years ago, which I always enjoy.
This visit, a distant cousin who I only knew from Facebook, took me to lunch and a city tour. Just lovely of Jeff. And it too was mixed in that the city looked so different, I had no memory of the new, clean and pretty place which was built up all around.
Then I asked to go to my childhood home. Big Mistake! I was so surprised to see the house, painted anothercolor, it looked only vaguely familiar and so much closer to the houses next to it. It made me feel sad thinkingof the past and feeling so alienated from it now.
My great friends from High School showed up for the book signing and that was wonderful and yet I felt disconnected as I talked to them about my life since. We went for pizza and that was lovely, reconnecting and laughing about now and then.
So, the event was successful, lots of book sold which made the store happy. I, quite teary remembering how my parents would always be waiting for me at the airport and how I hated to leave them there as well. Now,I took myself there and back and memories are all I have of home.