Wednesday, October 6, 2010
...I was barely nine years old when we moved to Seattle. It wasn't the first move for our family nor would it be the last but, something about this time felt different. My dad had been transferred here for his job and had come a few weeks early to find a house and get things in order. I remember him coming 'home' and all of us piling into the station wagon to make the trip...2500 miles.
It is at this point that I remember everything going forward in my life. Before age eight most of the memories are scattered pictures in my mind with no real cohesiveness. It's like a memory puzzle.
Last weekend we went to the big city to visit my son and see his new home. It is an older home in a well established neighborhood, that has been recently renovated to reflect the current times. Very nice, with some of the original features that makes it seem quaint.
As we were leaving we drove in the opposite direction of the way we came. We lazily drove up and down the streets in the area, looking at the older homes, the view of the water and mountains, the changing of the seasons and the smell of fireplaces being lit. As we were watching the sun slowly setting for the day I began to have a feeling of contentment. A familiar warmth, a hug of sorts, and I realized that I had been to this place before. I recognized the streets, the hill that I used to ride my bike down (and walk my bike up), the school on the corner, the church down the street...I had stumbled upon my childhood home. The place we lived when we first moved here.
We stopped and I took some pictures to share with my family, wondering if my brother remembered this place. As I sat in the car I could see the home the way it was so many years ago. My dad out working in the yard and my mother sitting on the stairs watching us play and heavy with child. I see her there in her white sleeveless blouse and blue capri pants (she called them pedal-pushers)...I was mesmerised.
It was a feeling of coming full circle, something I can't describe very well or understand but it felt like a beginning and an end. I haven't been able to get that picture out of my mind. And I don't think I want to...