My Long Day's Journey Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

I find myself in a quandary. And the worst of it is that I also find myself alone. I am home again, yet I am made to feel a stranger in a place that once beckoned me. I only saw the beauty on display when I came and saw and selected my forever home.

MY LONG DAY’S JOURNEY HOME

By Al Garcia

I find myself in a quandary.  And the worst of it is that I also find myself alone.  I am home again, yet I am made to feel a stranger in a place that once beckoned me.  I only saw the beauty on display when I came and saw and selected my forever home.  I did not look beyond the manicured yards or the well-kept homes that spoke of affluence and success.  I was blinded by the weariness of my long day’s journey from poverty to the sanctum of my success – a community among the swaying palms, surrounded by the Valley’s rich and abundant fields and pastures, sustaining the evolving ambiance of melding cultures and assimilating lives.  A community of dreamers and romantics, idealists and visionaries.  A community of promise, hope safety and stability.

The Valley beckoned me in my sunset years to return to my roots and to the embrace of the golden rays of sun and gentle summer winds along the Rio Grande.  It was a long and winding journey from my early days in Edinburg, to living through the 1960’s cultural revolution of free love and flowers in your hair, to experiencing the horrors of the war in Vietnam, to the high life of California living, and then traveling the world and savoring the color and the texture of life, and finally settling among the remnants of my past and my diverse memories of a Valley cloaked in shadows best left to fade away. 

It is hard to return home sometimes, especially when you have changed, but the past continues to thrive, despite the passing of the seasons.  I find myself in a place bound by its past, trying to recapture the essence of its origins and its history, and trying to return to a time and an attitude only living in the minds of those who refuse to see the light that is seeping through the shadows and the darkness of the past. 

I am home again.  My long day’s journey home has ended.  And I am home. 

Coming home means new friends, new neighbors, seeing old school acquaintances, and recapturing and reviving family ties.  And it’s not easy coming home and feeling the emptiness left behind by those that shared a moment and a place alongside you, but now are only memories and nothing more.

The worst of all is knowing that my long day’s journey home has ended, but that a new long day’s journey has begun.  This time, a long day’s journey to I don’t know where.

 


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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