Thursday, February 16, 2006

You Can't Go Home Again...

You know, I'm not sure what I think of that statement. You can go home again. It's just that home is not the same.

For example, I am leaving Thursday evening after class to drive home. Dad's 49th birthday is on Tuesday. I have class so I can't be there on the actual day, hence the weekend sojourn back to My Old Kentucky Home. Gonna go see the family, go to church, etc. But I'm rather excited about visiting my people in Lex Vegas on Saturday. So y'all best be ready. Of course, none of you read this. I just started it today (well technically yesterday, it is about 1:00am).

Going home now isn't really going home anymore. I have an apartment here. I pay rent here. This is where I live- peace up, A-Town down. Now, going "home" is really going to the location formerly known as home. Cue Prince-esque symbol. Anyway, I'm not sure what I'm getting at here. I just spent the past hour and a half or so talking to some friends about Transy. Really, I was just bragging. Good natured bragging of course. For all it's flaws, Transy is an awesome place. I got to enlighten these friends on topics ranging from the time I knocked myself out in the midst of the warzone that was 1st Clay, to sincerely missing my fraternity brothers, and many things in between. I'm usually not one to just open up and yak about my past, but tonight it just felt right to do so. So I did. We sat around reminiscing about our respective colleges, which brought back a lot of good memories.

All of this got me thinking: I miss Transy more than I thought I would. This place is good, don't get me wrong. I like it here, I have friends here, and this is definitely where I am supposed to be, but Transy was the place where I always felt the most comfortable. There's no place like Transy, and there are no people like Transy people. Transy is home.

And now, I get to go back and visit. For that, I am grateful. I'm looking forward to hiking up to 4th Davis and feeling "this is where I belong." I don't feel that anywhere else (of course, excluding my actual home with my family- that's an entirely different, but good, feeling).

Tomorrow, I am heading for home. Saturday, I'll be there.


Anonymous said...

I totally agree with you there, about "home".. I always use to be so homesick, anywhere I went, no matter who I was with. I always wanted to go home to my Grandma... this past summer I experienced the oddest feeling: I traveled out of state with the person I love, and was gone for 8 days and felt no sense what-so-ever of being "homesick". Then, I recently traveled to Palm Springs, CA on business and felt that familiar ache the very first hour I was on the plane..

"Home" is not a place, its not a house, its not a location..its... where you are with the people you love, and where you feel safe.

Anonymous said...

I know how you feel too dear. But that story is old. Anywho, I'm soooo glad you came to visit us! It meant a lot. I miss you in my life and even though people always say this, I hope we'll be better about staying in touch! I love you!

Anonymous said...

Well, it might be the place Formerly Known as Home, but as long as I live in the pretends-its-a-real-city little Lexington, you will have a home here. Maybe next time you can meet my niece! :) I love you dearly Corey, and like Angie, I am soooo glad you came to visit! Watching Grey's Anatomy with you and the girls is probably the coolest Sunday night in our Sunday night show history. It was a wonderful surprise, and I hope I get to cry like that more often!! :)

(Maybe once my sorry behind gets a car, I can round up the kids and visit A-town. :) )
Much Wifey Love,