Inspired by Thursday Doors, hosted by Norm Frampton. For more interesting doors from all around the globe, check it out.
Taking a recent trip from Hong Kong back to visit family in the US, I can’t seem to shake the feelings of nostalgia that have been awakened. Arriving in Ohio, I was pulled back to another time as I rode up the driveway to my family’s home. This house was lovingly built by my granddad, with the help of my dad and my brothers. My granny and granddad lived there as I grew up, my mom and dad do now.
The red front door of this house is my favorite. Just beyond the threshold is a world that contains the bright shadows of many of my fondest memories.
I’ve been around the world, and back again and again. Last spring, within a tent erected in the backyard to celebrate my parent’s 60th wedding anniversary, my brother aptly shared that we (my siblings and I) were given the gift of both ‘roots and wings.’ This truth has stuck with me since. My grandparents and parents provided roots for me, but also instilled in me courage and a sense of adventure. All within this place.
The feelings of “home” remain here.
As life blurs into shadowy remembrances, the events and people of this place have made me who I am today. Wonderful memories, that can never be taken away, have been planted deep just beyond this door.
“There are two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots; the other, wings.” (Hodding Carter)