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15, Apr 2022
Can You Go Home Again?

Do you middle-agers dream of retiring somewhere new and exciting or will you be making plans to visit home again to be in down? Can you go back home again and definately will it be a similar?

After visiting my old home in Washington State, I pondered these questions.

Thomas Wolfe penned the novel, “You Can’t Go Home Again.” The term became a popular saying, generally meaning should you return to an area from the last, it won’t be precisely the same as you remember. In fact, you could be downright disappointed.

Although opinions vary, Morton H. Shaevitz, Ph.D argued inside an article written for Psychology Today that going home again doesn’t invariably need to be an adverse experience – “not if you approaches life in a very more optimistic way and knows that while a few things may change, a lot of things remain precisely the same, and the main things might be better still.”

While I don’t advocate residing in the past, various studies show that nostalgic memories will help combat loneliness, provide psychological comfort, raise self-esteem, foster feelings of belonging, assist us deal with adversity, and increase optimism regarding the future. If that’s the case, you should revisit the place or house that can bring back good memories?

But does that mean you ought to move home in retirement?

My Personal Experience

For me, home continues to be many different places. My parents moved a whole lot. Although I was born in Southern California, we moved a half dozen times before I started high school graduation.

Over recent years, I’ve revisited among those places. Sometimes it is a nice ride down memory lane, but sometimes my former home or town went downhill.

For example, I briefly lived in Willits, positioned in northern California, famous for the Skunk Train that travels over the beautiful forests to Fort Bragg. My parents bought a great deal in the countryside and that we lived in a very mobile home when I was 10. Our backyard became a kid’s paradise having a small creek, wild blackberry bushes, and lots of room to wander. One of my childhood friends lived nearby on acres of land having a pond, cows, and woods to educate yourself regarding.

When I went back to check out decades later, the vacant land was now the place to find rundown apartment complexes. My friend’s parents had sold their land which had been parceled on build homes and unrecognizable. After my visit, I wished I had tied to my wonderful childhood memories on the place.

On another hand, I just got in from revisiting my old home in Washington State.
I fell excited about the place yet again while visiting come july 1st.

Missing Our Old Digs

In the late 90s, my better half, Scott, and I in conjunction with our two sons, Jonathan and Christopher, gone after Puyallup. My daughter-in-law, Johnni, had never visited hawaii, and we all planned a 10-day vacation there in this camping trailers.

When she saw our old neighborhood, she asked, “Why do you ever leave this place?”

Good question.

We only lived there for three years, but I missed it if we moved to the California desert. Washington always held a unique place inside my heart.

Last time we visited – an impressive 18 in the past while on a novel signing tour – whenever we took a freeway heading south, I’d tease hubby. “Please inactive me south! We can still change.”

While there we were in Puyallup, we met my cousin, Rhonda, who still lives there, at Wildwood Park. Memories rushed back in the days after we walked our chow, Sydney, over these beautiful woods.

The rain had passed the stairs for the playground, in addition to being we climbed along the steep path, a new mother rushed over to assist us.

“That’s one other reason I miss Washington,” I told Johnni. “The people here i will discuss down-to-earth plus much more relaxed.” In fact, Johnni was pleasantly surprised about how friendly and helpful every one of the parents turned out to be.

Reminiscing About My Reporter Days

When we lived there, I worked like a newspaper reporter for The Puyallup Herald, formerly referred to as Pierce County Herald.

One on the most exciting jobs I’ve ever had – and one in the most stressful due to your tight deadlines.

But I loved about to work and never knowing where I’d find yourself or who I would be interviewing tomorrow.

I wrote features in regards to a local doctor who visited Albania being a volunteer to assist ethnic Albanian refugees forced beyond Kosovo by Serb forces, adults who have been adopted and later on reunited making use of their birth parents (the final results were not always positive), a three-part series within the homeless, a story in regards to man’s memories of World War II, as well as an article about a 83-year-old widow who traveled to 183 countries after her husband’s death. Their stories were inspiring.

Once a reader called in to tell our paper which a bunch of police cars were around the area and throngs were gathering. I was deliver to investigate and discovered that they had a found a classic buried bomb that would have to be detonated. You just couldn’t know!

My husband visited his old office referred to as the Blue Cube back inside the day. Located around the Puyallup River, Scott fondly remembered fishing for salmon during his breaks and lunch hour.

Our first camping ground was at charming Gig Harbor. We enjoyed lunch at our favorite restaurants, Tides Tavern. You can’t beat the views off their deck!

Tackling My Fears in Seattle

One of the best cities within the world is Seattle. On a sunny day, we loved eating seafood within the waterfront. Funny to believe, once we moved there, I didn’t like clams. But hubby loved to complete clam digging whenever opportunity arose and after this they are one of the best foods.

Of course, Johnni and my granddaughter, Paige, wanted to search up the Space Needle and ride the Seattle Great Wheel. Despite my nervous about heights, I joined from the fun. To my horror, the Space Needle had added a rotating glass floor, which I braved to look at a photo. The giant Ferris wheel, The Seattle Great Wheel, had also been new since I last visited. Since I do not believe in letting fears hold you back, I rode it. Confession: I may have screamed twice.

Mount Rainier

Another among my beloved places to travel to in this amazing state is Mount Rainier. Unfortunately, the smoke from local fires had made the night sky hazy and obscured the views on the spectacular volcano. But once you got about the mountain, the views were stunning as always.

Our Stay is Extended

Now, something fails on almost any vacation, right? So, Chris and Johnni’s truck’s transmission blew up and that we were told it will take about five days to discover the parts to get new belongings. At first, considering our jobs and all of our responsibilities waiting at your home, we had arrived horrified.

But after making some cell phone calls, we found the world wouldn’t ended if we stayed an added week.

Campgrounds are full currently and Gig Harbor was booked for one more week. Calls to a few campgrounds weren’t successful either. Finally, we found two sites at Lake Sawyer, an area that Scott and I had never visited. Well, just what a blessing everything that turned out to be. This was one from the most beautiful places I had experienced.

The truck incident also gave our family the opportunity to check out Snoqualmie Falls as well as the adorable nearby village stuffed with vintage trains. We also enjoyed an exciting day at a theme park with my children – including my oldest granddaughter, Eden, who was visiting there at precisely the same time.

Time to Say Good-Bye

Dare I say, in the event the auto shop told us they fixed Chris and Johnni’s truck 2 or 3 days early there we were actually sad. It meant we might be leaving this gorgeous state. Johnni and Paige were now excited about Washington approximately the rest of us.

On just how home, we cut up to 101 since there are so many fires over the 5. Just so happened, a landslide caused sixty minutes and a half delay. Perhaps relying on the more care-free spirit in the Northwest, we served our chairs, get yourself some 70s classic music, broke out the Mimosa’s and avocado toast, and chilled.

A woman walked past and said, “Well done!”

I told hubby, “See, we had arrived meant to remain in Washington.”

Can You Go Home Again?

So, I may have gotten from the subject a tad, but that may me returning to my original question. Can you return home again?

Hubby wishes to retire soon then one thing we realize for sure. When that occurs, we will never be staying here from the desert.

Will we resume Washington? Although it’s actually not out in the question, I wonder how I would consider the cold, wet winters ever since I’m during my 60s. When we lived in Puyallup, I was during my 30s and didn’t mind the rainy, dark days. I reasoned you would not have each of the beauty in Washington without worrying about wet weather. It was well worth it during my opinion. Would I still believe that way?