We Will Go Home
We Will Go Home – King Arthur
The druid and I were speaking the previous evening. I’m not even sure how the conversation started, but he was in the midst of watching outtakes from such movies as The Last Samurai and LOTR: ROTK. He segued into music and such that reminds him of home. And started crying a little.
Of course, I asked him what was the matter. With a few tears streaming down his face, he spoke softly of wanting to reside once more in the area we grew up in. He asked me what I thought about living there, and we began to converse about where we’d like to start, where we’d like to end up, what we might do up there, and that we must go with the knowledge that it’s not only an economically depressed region but an unpopulated area.
We had spoken before of renting a car to drive up there sometime. We really meant to go sometime this fall but we could never quite save enough money for a mild trip like that. Now that we have a car, it’s not only that we will go, but that we can. That this reality is so much closer to becoming true, made him consider what else we can do. Moving and living up there? Definitely a possibility. I asked him specifically what place he wanted to settle in. When he asked me my preference, I asked for us to spend a little time in the most populated city in the county, just for a little while, until we get established.
I spent the remainder of the evening browsing jobs and domiciles for rent up there, while he looked over my shoulder, and talked to me about what he had done in the area before, and what he’d like to do with me there. He fell asleep with his head cradled in my arm as we lay facing each other and hugged close. As he faded out, I whispered for him to imagine and dream of one particular place that drew the both of us separately and now draws the both of us together, a place with a glacial lake and a little path leading up to a waterfall.
We both slept very well last night.
I had sung to myself, “I’ll be home for Christmas… If only in my dreams,” during one idle moment when I was at the computer and he had wandered off to refresh his beverage and to use the facilities. I really wonder how quickly we can make it up there.
Of course, I still need to get the keys out of the locked car first. Ahem.
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