People change. Circumstances change. Family members pass. Family dynamics shift. These are the consequences of being so far removed from one’s hometown; you miss the drama but you also miss the support and comfort. Living so far from home is difficult, y’all.
Things that don’t change? The beach. The pier. The beacon that lights our way home. I don’t feel like I’ve been really been home till I’ve visited Lake Michigan and the lighthouse at Pere Marquette.
These are the beautiful, unchanging parts of home. The lake doesn’t care that you haven’t called in more than a week. It doesn’t weep because it’s been two years since it wrapped it’s waves around you. The lake doesn’t turn it’s shore on you because you moved away and love the place you’re in now. It welcomes you with open sand and even though she can be cold and off-putting at times, her personality is something you get used to. And, she is always, always there for you when you return.
‘Til next time, Lake Michigan.
This is such a beautiful post Gina. There's no place like home.
I loved this! So true about place memory.