It was all innocent enough.
I had just finished my DVRd episode of Downton Abbey when a commercial came on for Antiques Roadshow, the host standing in a green valley, mountains rising up behind him.
It hit me like a punch in the gut: he’s in Oregon.
I can’t help it, the unexpected sight of home still brings tears to my eyes every. time.
The first time I saw Ndamukong Suh’s Chrysler commercial featuring his hometown of Portland, I totally broke down.
And a couple of weeks ago, I finally succumbed to my curiosity and watched a few episodes of the comedy sketch show Portlandia. (verdict: hilariously on point) Even then, the tears flowed.
We moved away from Oregon in November 2007, and I wonder to myself all the time: will I ever not miss it desperately? Will it ever not feel like an open wound when I see unexpected images from there, or see an Oregon license plate amid a see of Texans? Or what about when I meet someone else here who lived there? Will it ever not feel like reaching an oasis in a desert?
As grown ups we have to make grown up decisions, and sometimes those decisions take us far away from home. I’m just hoping that some day the ache will ease up a little and that I won’t be living so often with my heart in two places.
What about you: have you ever felt this homesick? How did you (or do you?) handle it?