“Home again, home again, jiggity-jig,” my mom would say to me as we pulled out of the Fred Meyer’s parking lot and onto the road that would lead us home. I would laugh and say it back, looking out the window as our little green Prius traveled down the pavement, watching the familiar scene pass as we made our way to our little brown house full of love and laughter.
I don’t have anything against Oregon, really. I mean, I consciously chose to make it my home for the next four years so it’s not terrible. In fact, I like Oregon quite a lot.
But the thing is, it’s not Washington. Oregon is, however, undeniably similar to Washington. It has the same trees, the same weather, the same beautiful scenery. In fact, sometimes I forget that I’m in Oregon at all. It so easy to look out my window imagine I’m just minutes away from where I grew up. But I won’t waste any time missing Washington because I know I’ll be back someday. Instead, I will spend this time appreciating and enjoying all the things Oregon has to offer.
There’s a definite difference between making a place your home and making a place your home for now. Making somewhere your home for now means that the arrangement has a definitive beginning and ending. There is a time when you will live there and there is a time when you will not. But making a place your home means that no matter how far away you wander, no matter the amount of minutes or hours or days or years you are away, no matter who you do and don’t bring back with you, that place will always be your home. It will be the place that you return to in any circumstance.
Thank you, Oregon, for letting me stay a while and explore and experience but, for me, Washington is home.