Returning to my Roots for Guidance
My parent’s home in Buffalo is not glamorous. There also isn’t a lot to do in the city, and the weather isn’t usually great. Despite these things, I cherish each time I’m able to go home. My home-home, if you will. Not my home in D.C., but the OG home - my childhood crib.
I love going home for a few reasons:
- I don’t have to act like an adult. Someone else makes the coffee, buys the groceries, and vacuums. I’m not ashamed of the fact that I love not doing any of those things!
- The overwhelming sense of familiarity. Being home has the same smells, textures, sounds, and environment that I’ve known for the majority of my life. I sleep with ease, know exactly how long it takes me to get from point A to point B, and feel totally and wholly comfortable.
- Spending quality time with my parents. I’ve mentioned it in previous posts, but there is this awesome article called The Tail End posted on Wait But Why, after high school you have less than 300 days left with your parents. Less than a year. Crazy, huh? I’m trying to disprove that statistic but maximizing the time I can spend with my parents, which is why when my work circumstances changed this week and I was able to telework for the week, I jumped at the opportunity to go home. Because my parents also work from home, this means lots of quality time together - something I will never pass on the opportunity for, knowing how limited our shared time is.
- Getting back to my roots…hence the title of this post. My longer explanation of this is below.
When I walk in the door of my parent’s house, I’m greeted by two black dogs vigorously wagging their tails at me. Beyond that, like I mentioned above, the smells and sounds of my childhood home come in waves as I walk through the house and settle in.
At home-home, I often get flashbacks to the previous times I lived at home: in high school, during summer breaks of college, and prior to starting my job.
A combination of these memories, reflective and deep conversations with my parents, and personal self-reflection amongst the most familiar place in the world for me, brings me back to who I really and and want to be.
During my day-to-day life in DC, it’s so easy for me to get caught up in the hustle and bustle. The days merge together, sliding by unnoticed. It’s not easy to find or take the time to step back and think: where am I going? what do I want? is the path I am on the correct one for me? If I do have these talks with myself, it’s either in the shower for all of ten minutes, or on car rides to work when I’m not listening to a podcast. Thus, not much time is devoted to these bigger questions.
The pace of life back in Buffalo is slower, which naturally augments the mental space and physical space to answer these questions looming in the back of my mind.
It’s important for me to take the time and step back from life to answer these questions and also talk through them with the people that know me best - my parents.
When I’m feeling anxious, lost, and hopeless, I turn back to the familiar to guide me forward. For me, this means going back to my parents' house - but for you, this may mean elsewhere.
I’m planning on making the road trip home one of recurrence, in order to avoid running myself down and feeling lost. I’m fortunate to have a job that’s flexible in that sense, and parents who also have flexible jobs that allow for high quality time together.