|At Jardin de Marqueyssac|
I have to admit, for a long time this has not happen to me, but this time it did: I wanted not to return home...
I have fallen deeply in love again with the French country side, the Bastide Beaumont du Perigord, where we stayed, Bergerac and Bordeaux.... the Dordogne valley and castles, the farmhouses open for dinner.....the many people we met and their stories, all grew so dear to me, to the point of feeling extremely comfortable and at home.
|"Our" home in Beaumont du Perigord|
The house we had rented added to the incredible charm and it's a dangerous thing to be so happy away from home.
There is of course always the 'old home' factor. Having been born and raised in Europe, there are countless things which are dear to me and irreplaceable. Having lived in the States for about twenty years has mellowed it all a bit, but it's a bit like riding a bike, even if you haven't done it for years, it comes back in a flash.... you never loose the ability....
|View from Castelnaud|
There is something about the old world of Europe. Something is in my blood and my genes too, I feel even clothes, I buy there, fit me better....
Well, here I am, back, and getting into the rhythm of things, forgive me, it has only been three days since our return. I still want to say merci and au revoir...
|Market in Isseygeac|
I am surely not the only one having felt this way, there were many ex-pats, we have met in "our" small little town, in which we stayed, people from Australia, England, America, now at home in that lovely corner of France, the Perigord region, southwest in France, deep country, filled with plum orchards, sunflowers, wine and walnuts, ducks and geese....
Maybe, one day, I will return eventually or at least spend some months there, exploring all I have left behind undiscovered....But then, it might happen elsewhere too, the urge to explore and put down a few roots in yet unknown places. I am a traveller, there is no denying it.
I am restless in that sense and to move on has been a longtime way of life for me. So many times I had to adjust and to recalculate my life. Sometimes by choice, sometimes by force. And it has become second nature. Maybe I have lost the ability to be truly home again in one place.
|Small street in Beaumont|
And now here I am...among people who are my friends and who make me feel at home.
The happiness of elsewhere is also an illusion...
|Doorway in Beaumont|
Here I am, in our house, which is my castle....Filled to the brim with memories and soon I will be content again.
But not just yet.
|Window in Beaumont|
I am glad for school has begun and provides the needed rhythm, the order I can hang on to, the work for which I am grateful and the things, which need to be taken care of. The dog has been so happy to be reunited with us and the garden cries out for my hands. Our friends have been welcoming and so kind, I have been gone for a while, it needs more then a few days to come back...
|Looking out for news in L'Abbey St.Avit|
I am returning.... home! Filled with insights and outlooks....Windows and doors of my imagination.
All images by V.Zlotkowski copyright 2012.