Wolf’s Den
27 Sep 2008 in General by Garrick
This weekend, I popped by my alma mater for a few hours to briefly catch up with some people that went through the same foreign exchange program I did. Of the few (of hundreds) that brought themselves to a small, rural Wisconsin town from the far reaches of the globe - there are a handful I have a great fondness for.
These are the people that were successfully developing interfaces and other digital media professionally before I knew it was even an option. People that leave a wake.
The whole time, Hugh Macleod’s above cartoon was stuck in my head 1.
I spent the drive home reflecting on my decade-long path and was getting a little down on myself that ‘home’ wasn’t some place ‘exotic’. That despite my many times across the ocean, I’m blocks from where my family had roots for half-a-century. Making the shear possibility, of ever calling a distant land home feel more distant than ever.
Then as I pulled around the corner, the boy spotted me, and ran around the yard to greet me in the drive way. Laughing and screaming the whole way.
Home is wherever I hear his laugh.
1. The appropriate-ness of it didn’t come through until I read his post a few moments ago.
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Lewis Dijkstra added these pithy words on Oct 12 08 at 12:43 amHi Garrick,
Even though I may live in a place that looks somewhat more exotic from your vantage point, I also have also ended up living only 30 miles away from the house where I spent my first six years and only 90 miles from where I spent the next twelve years. (Despite having spent six years abroad.)
Occasionally, I also feel the pull to move again but whenever I come home and think about the friends we have in the neighbourhood and that I walk the kids to school in the morning and we have a great daycare centre across the street, I wonder why on earth I would want to move.
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