They say you can’t go home again. But they are wrong. You can. We did.
It seemed like any other Sunday morning. We woke up early, got some exercise in, and took a ride to Costco before hitting the beach. The only difference was we woke up in a different house, in a different town.
“Doesn’t if feel like we went on a long vacation, my husband asked me as we exited the Costco parking lot?”
“Yeah,” I replied as I bit my lower lip. “It does. I feel like we are coming home from JFK and just made a stop on the way. It’s going to be strange, don’t you think?”
He nodded. As we neared the top of the Altantic Beach Bridge, I reached over and fidgeted with the music buttons until Simon and Garfunkel’s Homeward bound was blasting out of the speakers. “We’re going home,” I whispered as a tear slowly ran down my face.
Seconds later we pulled into “our” driveway. While the house looked the same, it didn’t. Baby carriages were outside. We grabbed our stuff and walked to the front door.
“They’re here!” the new owner’s son yelled out as he opened the door and hugged both my husband and me. He quickly introduced us to his family members we didn’t previously meet. I glanced around the house we had built and smiled at the familiar and took in the different. We didn’t stay inside long. We went to the pool where the new owners were sitting while their young grandson had a swim lesson.
Life is strange. You really never know what is going to happen to you from one day to the next. And you never know whom you will meet and how they will impact your life. If you told me a year ago I would no longer be living at the beach I wouldn’t have believed you. If you told me that my husband and I would also become close friends with the new owners I would have thought you lost your mind.
But both happened.
I’d lie if I didn’t say yesterday was an odd day. When people complimented the new owners on how beautiful the house was, automatically my husband and I answered thank you. When security approached the door to check if a car belonged to one of the guests, my husband and I went to greet him. When someone asked where the garbage was in the kitchen, I directed them.
Home is where your heart is and where people you care about are. And yesterday I felt like I was still home. Except for the firework display at night, we didn’t set foot on the beach. We took a brief walk and visited neighbors but spent the majority of the day “at home.” And while the people changed, the happy, party vibe of the house didn’t. Our home was still our home; just new people were making memories, and including us in them.