My mother was a traveler. We lived on three continents by the time I was five. She searched for meaning and art and experiences. I wanted a hearth like those in storybooks, with rocks stacked by great-grandfathers and firewood from trees planted by an ancestor. I looked for my home in London, where the weight of history made pieces of brick crumble into the street. I searched for home in Kenya, under a sky so flat it seemed to go on forever, baking the trays of tiny fish that grandmothers fed the babies who were strapped to their hips. I asked the sawgrass of Florida and the lush green leaves of Madrone trees in California, “Are you what home looks like?”
When I met my husband he told me not to marry him unless I was willing to move to eastern Kentucky, back to where his grandmothers lived. The first two years were hard. I was an outsider, classified by all who met me as “not from here.” I would come home each evening and complain about standing in line at the grocery store while the clerk chatted aimlessly with the customer in front of me about church news and the health of neighbors.
My mother was a traveler. We lived on three continents by the time I was five. She searched for meaning and art and experiences. I wanted a hearth like those in storybooks, with rocks stacked by great-grandfathers and firewood from trees planted by an ancestor. I looked for my home in London, where the weight of history made pieces of brick crumble into the street. I searched for home in Kenya, under a sky so flat it seemed to go on forever, baking the trays of tiny fish that grandmothers fed the babies who were strapped to their hips. I asked the sawgrass of Florida and the lush green leaves of Madrone trees in California, “Are you what home looks like?”When I met my husband he told me not to marry him unless I was willing to move to eastern Kentucky, back to where his grandmothers lived. The first two years were hard. I was an outsider, classified by all who met me as “not from here.” I would come home each evening and complain about standing in line at the grocery store while the clerk chatted aimlessly with the customer in front of me about church news and the health of neighbors.
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