“We run away all the time to avoid coming face to face with ourselves.” ~Author Unknown
For a good portion of this middle-aged empty nest Mama’s life, I couldn’t wait to get back home.
And now that I am home, I occasionally think about running away. Get outta town! Really??
We often use the phrase ‘get outta town’ when we don’t believe a whopper of a story someone tells us. You just saw a Martian walking down Main Street? Get outta town! Bigfoot’s camping out in your back yard? Get outta town! You just won $10 million in the lottery? Get outta town!
You feel like selling your house and moving? Get outta town! Most people who know me well would be shocked to hear me admit that sometimes I think about that very thing. They know I waited so long to finally move back to my home state and stay put in one spot for a change.
See, for many years, Mama’s family was on the move due to hubby’s job changes and re-locations. We managed through four moves in the first seven years of our marriage and three moves in the next eight years. After six years, we made the biggest move of all – from one coast of our country to another.
And we’ve succeeded in planting ourselves firmly back here in the homeland for almost 13 years. So why this sudden urge to run away from home? I have no idea where this goofy idea is coming from.
The other night, too bushed to blog, I mindlessly surfed the net when an internet article caught my attention in a big way. The site listed real estate offerings in other states, and I started perusing them.
“Oh, look hubby, want to move to South Carolina? We could buy this house for [insert listing price here]. Or here’s a foreclosure on a new house in [such and such place] Georgia.” He answered, “Sure,” probably just to jolt me back to reality.
Just for fun I started inserting various cities in the search engine and scrutinized listings hither and yon, which for some reason fueled a burst of enthusiasm and excitement in me. That’s why I’m examining my motives today. Part of me just wants to run away somewhere new like in the Carrie Underwood song, “Get Out of This Town.”
Is my urge to flee stemming from boredom? Could it be I’m weary of the weather? Or the colorless scene outside my window? Or am I just looking for an escape from the trials of life?
My mother was a very wise woman. She often said that you could never run away from your problems because no matter where you ran to, your problems would always follow you there. That was one piece of her advice that I always chose to listen to.
I think that’s why I possess a strong determination to “just deal” with life’s problems as they come. Stick it out, persevere, work your way through it. That’s me. I like to imagine I’ve inherited this from my father as well whose family ancestry’s motto is “Never Despair” but perhaps the reality of it is that I’m just too stubborn to surrender.
So I guess I won’t be running away from home after all on this third page of Chapter 3 in Opportunity. Although I certainly could use a little trip away from the bland and bleak scenery outside my window….somewhere warm, but not too hot….somewhere green where the sun spreads radiance and balminess…somewhere.
“All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, and to, and why.” ~James Thurber