"Going Home. Then again, where is Home?" - A few years ago I posted this on my FB status. Strangely, I got quite a few likes and comments.
I was in the hospital for pneumonia. I almost died. Since I lived alone, I would have brushed of the asthma I had. I was at a friends resort and eventually his home with his kin when I discovered that it was not just recurring asthma from my teen years.
I had about 6 hours to live.
Strange. That time of my life seemed trivial to many. Trivial as in when I speak of it they brush it off. I mean I had hours to live. Hours. Yet the people I talk to about this take it lightly at least that is how I feel. This is one of the closest scrapes with death I have had in recent years. The accidents, fights, getting shot were all far, far away.
In my mid life, I realized that we venture to the real world after school or our formative years. We work in new places, away from family. We meet new friends. We lose old ones. We live and yes we try to learn.
In my past writings I touch on this subject many times. About going back to where you came from. back to where things happened, The old friends. Like the song, cheesy at it is we sing of memories, the good old days, "The Way Were" .
Yet in recent times I have had another realization.
So I ask again, where is home?
Is it a place where you grew up? Your old school? Is it a bunch of friends from school or your homeys? Family?
At times coming home to old friends, even family those that you think bore the tests of the sands of time turn out to be less than that. Yes, I am talking about people, family, friends, institutions, groups, crews that up until recently I thought were going to be part of my remaining voyage in life. It is heartbreaking to discover even at this point in my life that some old friends were not really friends since, bros were not there before the hoes, kin was not first, crews were never tight and organizations I was proud to be affiliated with were not as proud to have me.
Which friends do you avoid?
In a few hours, I go to my old school for a reunion. 27 years before I finished High School. It is one home I go back to. I relish memories. Meet the old friends. Meet the true and not so true.
Real Friends?
So much has happened since I walked out of that school. Living and yes I am still learning.
I still go to relive and further cherish memories. For the good still outweighs the foul. Yes, in my life there has been more of good than otherwise. More of smiles, laughter, love than treachery, hate, deception.
Living and yes I am still learning. Ce'st la vie. Ce'st simple' et ci bon.
Still I ask. So where is Home?
