Blogophilia Facebook group HERE
Blog topic parameters Right Here
How Blogophilia works Over Here
Hard Bonus: Include greetings in 3 different languages
Easy Bonus: Incorporate a Roy Orbison song title
Homecoming is a unique term for me. I’ve moved so many times, it’s not funny. In 1977 I moved from Tokyo to Wisconsin, and I think every 2-5 years, I’ve moved within the same town. From that perspective, I really never left except for a couple of short stints, but there is no childhood home, especially not when my original is a place where I no longer understand the language, culture, and I’d still be an outsider due to being American. The closest thing to it is my high school homecoming, but here again, I really never left, so I guess I’d be more of a host, which is what I do around my house on holidays anyway. Now that I haven’t really spoken to my Japanese side of the family over the decades, and refuse to deal with my mother, her husband & my sister, plus they’re all out on the West Coast anyway, so be it.
Every holiday, special occasion, or just for whatever, my house is where Only the Lonely who may want to Ride Away from their problems for a moment to be family at my table. It’s better than Running Scared when others are celebrating. Whether it’s a casual day or a bigger deal, at my house, those who have nowhere else to go get to relax. From me to all of the lost souls, strays & feral humans out there: Zdravstvuyte, marhaban bikum fi maskani. Mutlu tatiller!
Hungarian for Hello, Arabic for welcome to my abode. Turkish for happy holiday!
No comments:
Post a Comment