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Coming Home

Posted by Tonya Keitt Kalule

A few days ago I realized that I have been craving to be in a neighborhood much like the one that I grew up in back in Savannah, Ga. I lived on the east side of Savannah until I was about 16 years old and then my parents and I moved out to Wilmington Island near the beach. Yes it was the sub-burbs. Even though I was excited about living in a new house, I was not that excited about living so far away from all of my friends and all that I knew. I got use to being out there and started to like it and eventually accepted it as home. It was not until many years later, that I realized that it was never where my heart was.
When I became an adult and would dream about the comforts of home, it was never the house in Wilmington Island that I dreamed about, it was always the coziness of the house on Waldburg Street. When I would have these dreams about home, they would not be my calling it home, or my going home, or anything that obvious. It would always be a dream of my washing dishes or talking on the phone and something in the room would be as it was in the house on Waldburg Street, like the dish drain, or the position of the refrigerator, or the room where you entered the house. Then even stranger, I would not only dream about this house in reference to a time when I lived there, but the occurrences in the dream would be about things even after I was 16years old. In these dreams I would have this familiar feeling of home with my daughter there with me, and even my husband would be in the dream at times. One would think that I would only dream of this house when I would dream about the times in which I lived in this house, but that was never the case. This made me realize that when I think of home, this was the house I would think about.
It is clear to me now that it was not just the house, even though I loved this house, which had only two bedrooms with beautiful hardwood floors through out. It had one bathroom that was all white with small octagon shaped tiles on the floor. There was a den in addition to the living room and dinning room. Wow, a den is something you don't see anymore, it is now called a family room if there is an additional living room, or a great room when there is not an additional living room. Then there was a huge back and side yard that was fenced in, with two large pecan trees, a pear tree and an over sized oak tree, with the roots that started to grow above the ground which killed the grass. The little grass that was left after Rex, my German Shephard, would wildly run through the yard wearing down anything that was under his feet.
The other important thing was that we had the best neighbors in the world, we were a family. We looked out for each other, we ate from the kitchens of each others homes, we were disciplined as children by every adult in the neighborhood, without the fear of them telling us anything wrong or harming us in any way. There was also a park one block away filled with trees and bicycle paths. In this park we rode our bikes on the hilly paths and we played softball under the shade of the large oak trees. I realize now that I have been craving to live in this type of neighborhood again.
I just moved into a place in San Fernando Valley in Van Nuys that is predominantly Mexican and it is starting to feel like my old neighborhood. At first I was a little skeptical because at times there are quite a few people walking the streets, but after being here for almost a month, I am more comfortable and don't find these people to be threatening at all. I think that it was the numbers that concerned me at first, then remembering my neighbors walking to the various neighborhood businesses, kids playing and just going to and from, which meant people were always on the streets, and it reminded me of home.
It is amazing to me how the subconscious mind works. It has been said that you can control what you work toward, by making it apart of your subconscious, but how does it work when you are not feeding your subconscious? Where do these desires come from, especially when you are not even aware that you have this desire. I guess it is when you suppress something in your life, especially when there is a change and you have no choice but to change with it. That is possibly what happened when I moved from Waldburg Street to Wilmington Island, not even aware that I missed that part of my life as much as I obviously had. I have always been quite adaptive, and often I do so without thought. It amazes me how life comes full circle, if you are blessed enough to do what my grandmother Esther has always said, "just keep living." So now that I have come home, I am hoping that it serves me well.


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jackie said...

I understand how you feel. I think of times in your old house. it was something about that house that I will never forget. wakeing up in the morning to breakfast and later going out to play. I guess because we were kids and didn't have a care in the world. life was good. no bills, no jobs, just fun. man how times have changed. but we still have our memories and dreams. and that's one thing no one can take from us. and it's fun sharing it from time to time with someone that has the same memories.it's good to know that you have not forgotton where you came for. your coz Jackie...

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