Get On This Train (Thoughts on Home and Missing Home)

6/24/15


churches and trains
they all look the same to me now

they shoot you some place

while we ache to come home somehow

(Amsterdam, Gregory Alan Isakov)

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We spent the last 6 days going to, existing in, and returning from Ames, Iowa.  While we were there (in a desperate but well-played attempt to help the kids forget about 4 days strapped in car seats), we hopped a local train ride on a real steam train.  She only went 10 mph but what she lacked in velocity she made up for in duration.  Moses maintains that the 90 minutes asked of his life was about 30 too long, but still, a delightful time was mostly had by all.



I've been thinking about trains ever since. Well, I'll be honest, I'm often thinking about trains because I am the mother of two small boys.  So... I've been thinking about trains more than usual lately, and while we listened to The Weatherman album (cited above) driving through Oklahoma this afternoon, these lines jumped out at me.

And I feel it in my bones, this aching for a coming home.  I confess to have already fallen deeply in love with our new town.  I have let it woo me and romance me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear until I walk around in googly eyed denial of how wrong it's gonna treat me come April when I'm still(!) in my snow boots.  I'll be a fickle lover, I just know it.  But for now the stars, they're in my eyes and I'm a smitten schoolgirl primed and ready for a heartbreak.

But it's not my first.  I have hungrily clung to place before, hoping that it will be home, hoping that it will be forever.  So far nothing has been.  And maybe Ames will be and maybe it won't, but I have a nagging feeling that the "ache to come home somehow" is here to stay.  Because by now I know exactly what it is I'm aching for and I'm not going to find it until to dust I return.

That doesn't mean there isn't beauty in the aching.  And when churches or trains or new houses or new towns shoot me some place other, I stretch my lungs out wide and I breathe in deep and I can smell the fragrance of forever.  The fragrance of what is promised when all is made well.  So I'll ride this wave and I'll giggle like my children do, but I know that when disillusionment and grief hit (and they always, always do), it's the aching come knocking, and it's okay to answer that door too.


*if you read yesterday's post, I did indeed ruin my phone and lost everything on it. I salvaged this one from Instagram, but all the other beautiful train photos are RIP.  I may have cried.*


9 comments:

  1. Such a gift to feel so hopeful and excited going into your move. I'm glad you guys had a good trip. So sorry about your phone. Losing pictures is the worst!

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  2. I hear ya! Same thing happens with me too. It's funny that "home" for me feels the most like mom & dads place in a city I've only lived in for a short season of my life. Weird, huh?

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  3. Thanks Kara, you're right, it IS a gift! Thanks for the co-misery :)

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  4. Yeah but I think that's pretty cool. Hopefully Nashville will turn into "home" for you and Sean!

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  5. There will definitely be commiserating going on, my friend!


    I love the example you gave about Zenie... so profound and moving. Thanks for sharing that, I think it's one of those things that's going to stick in my head awhile...

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  6. I'm so glad to hear that you liked Ames! I hoped you would. Since it's a college town, there's lots of things to do and it will be a bit more integrated than other places in Iowa might be.
    I definitely recognize that yearning for home. I love living outside the US because of all the unique opportunities we get but America is still home and I dream of being able to settle in and "be" someplace.
    Sorry to hear that you lost your pictures! There's no way to get them off your old phone?

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  7. Amber! I do, I love it! You're exactly right, other parts of Iowa probably wouldn't be a good fit for our family but Ames seems to have the best of so many worlds.


    Unfortunately, no, I didn't have my phone backed up. I was actually trying to do that and ended up with my husband's year-old version of HIS phone on my phone instead.... there's a reason I didn't explain it up there ^ ha! Confusing and crazy. But such is life.

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  8. Praying for you, lady!


    That's all I've got today, but it's enough.

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