The Power of Home

WP_20180705_001I have arrived home after a week away and despite my fatigue of fighting my way down Interstate 95, just sitting in my humble abode renews my spirit. There is truth to the word’s of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, “There’s no place like home.”

I’m not so much of a homebody that I can’t appreciate travel, in fact, I think travel is essential for life-long learning and inspiration. As an army brat, I have even lived in many different places. I could extoll all the life lessons I have learned by exploring places near and far but on the drive home from our Nation’s capital  I reflected on what travel can teach us about the place we call home.

I’m sure there are folks who venture to a new place and learn that they are better suited in that environment than the place they call home. I find the opposite. I enjoy some of the things a bustling metropolitan area has to offer for a short time and while in the thirty-three years I have lived in the South Carolina our area has grown to the point many of us lament it, larger cities make me realize we’re not as big as we think, we just have fewer roads.

As I stood on a crowded metro train hurtling underground to a National’s baseball game, I appreciated the lush plantings and water views from our roads and bridges, even if their stop and go during peak hours.

I enjoyed the towering trees and the rolling hills in my parent’s Virginia neighborhood, but my heart leaped with joy when I first espied the marsh and the Wando River on my return.

I have a ritual I do on every trip I make up the highway. When I reach the South Carolina border and cross over into North Carolina, I tap my roof and place a hand over my heart, bringing my guardian angel on board and on the return trip, I place my hand on my heart, kiss my fingers to say thank you and tap my roof to give my guardian angel a break, now that I’m returned to home soil.  I started doing this sometime in the early 90’s and I fill with joy each time I cross that line into the Palmetto State.

I live where I belong in the world and while I enjoy going away now and again on each return my soul rejoices. Travels to other places have broadened my view of the world and made me more tolerant of those who are different. I have soaked in history and culture on foreign soil. I have enjoyed time and connections with family and friends in their hometowns.

Still, the biggest life lesson that travel has taught me is that the South Carolina Lowcountry is where my heart and soul belongs.

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