Going Home

Going home.
First semester, freshman year of college- our assignment: write an essay on Home.
I waxed eloquently on the nature of a temporal home and the need for One Constant.
Little did I know how that truth would carry me.

These are my last few days up here- final moments- tying up loose ends.
I struggle to complete the ever-present stack of data-entry that piles up on my Intern desk and gave my last Capitol tour today.

My bed is stripped and my drawers empty. My suitcases stand at the foot of my bed.
I’ll be leaving soon.
Everywhere my life speaks of the change of a season. The golden leaves fall off the trees in torrents these days. At last.

Folks came in droves to see the Indian Summer, the fall foliage- New England in Autumn. I fear they were all disappointed, as things have just now reached their peak of beauty. For a while there I thought “Indian Summer” was another term for “freezing cold” or bore a close resemblance to a “snipe hunt”. But at last, the trees have turned, the weather warmed and running in shorts once more, I find that this is what it was all about.

It’s hard to leave- but exciting to be going home.
I have to remind myself that there are gorgeous trees in Nashville and moments to be had there as well. I must not need too much reminding, as I can’t help but smile when I speak of where I am going.

I’m going home- to all that is familiar . . . to chase a dream wildly uncharted.
Of all that I have done these past years and all the places I have traveled none seemed so full of potential as this one- home.