Homecoming

Someone just explained the other day what "homecoming" means in terms of a football—it's the last home game of the season. I always wondered. Back in college the alums would always show up for homecoming with their fur coats and cigars and wander around drunk in that rich drunk person way...

Anyway, Ang posted about some guy (someone she dated a long time ago) and how he makes her, or made her, feel like home.

Ang, I know what you mean about "feeling like home."

The first time I was in love with someone who felt like a soulmate that's exactly how it felt. I remember dancing at a school event—she was there with her girlfriend and I was there with my agonizingly unrequited longing—and that Madonna song came on, "I hear you call my name, and it feels like home." That was exactly how I felt about this person, and that became a theme song for that whole bittersweet saga...

I don't want to "rub it in" that I'm all married & stuff (even if we do have to go see our little Italian friend sometimes) but I remember how when I was single I'd get so lonely and this feeling just used to come bubbling up from deep inside—it didn't make any sense but the words, "I want to go home" would just feel like the best expression of what I was feeling. Of course I could be home at the time, it didn't matter, that wasn't what I meant.

Now I feel like I'm home all the time, even when I'm not, as long as I can be with Loopy every day. Loopy is my homecoming.

Sorry to be mushy...

I originally wrote this for Ang's comments, but then decided that I wanted to post it here. Now that I've copied & pasted, I have second thoughts, because the person mentioned above may read it, but never mind. That's not the point.

The point is that eventually you do get to feel like you're home, all the time. Even when you live in a town you don't like and have other problems in your life. There's a haven, a homecoming that you'll find too.

So hang in there. Your turn will come. I promise.