Friday, January 20, 2012

The familiar is heady


As I drove in tonight late...the street quiet, most houses with their lights out, I was listening to NPR -hearing someone speaking from Paris and Berlin. Places that have hijacked spots in my wanderlust soul. Yet, I was struck with how much comfort I derive from the same daily path. I drive up my quiet street, lights off, cars parked neatly in driveways. The familiar is heady, when the lure of different is just that... a glimpse into another life. I'd love it for an hour or a day or maybe a week. But, then I'd stare wistfully at my street of warm habit and know that here is where I belong...

I am not a child anymore. I control where I live and how I conduct my life. I hope that this life of understated perception and wild imaginings is a world in which my children will blossom. That small thing...which is truly large, is what I wish for this night...


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2 comments:

Kate said...

"The familiar is heady."; I like that JCK. Well said and so true for me as well. There's nothing nicer than the comfort of familiar. How many times do we return from far afield or halfway across the world and say, "I'm so glad to be home". Intoxicating.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

So well said.

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