I like the sensation of the mountains diminishing the further the home is left behind. I wonder what home life was like? I hope the person, if it's not about the author, had somewhere by the sea, clifftop or beachside views, at least for a while, for a change.
Thank you, Alan! My apologies for taking so long to reply. I grew up on the West Coast of Canada. This is a memory piece of leaving home after university and heading east by train. For me it was a mix of sadness and excitement.
Thanks Dan, after watching the latest BBC TV series "Race Across the World" with a route from Vancouver, British Columbia to St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, that must have included some breathtaking but also exhausting train journeys.
This really spoke to me, Dan, bringing back memories of the day I left my childhood home on the coast of Northern Ireland. I was moving to the city of Belfast to study, leaving the beauty of the Mountains of Mourne and Carlingford Lough behind me. The peaks of the mountains disappeared as I looked through the back window of my father’s car. Happily, it wasn’t too far to be able to return for a weekend visit, so I wasn’t too sad. However, when I decided to do my post graduate year in Bristol I had a bit further to travel, with the Irish Sea between me and my hometown!
I must admit I was much more emotional when we set off to take our son to Belfast five years ago. I remember the glow of the September evening sun on his face as he turned for a final look at our house. He looked about fourteen!
A evocative haiku—thanks for conjuring up all these memories!
April 11th, 2023 at 8:41 am
I like the sensation of the mountains diminishing the further the home is left behind. I wonder what home life was like? I hope the person, if it's not about the author, had somewhere by the sea, clifftop or beachside views, at least for a while, for a change.
May 8th, 2023 at 6:33 pm
Thank you, Alan! My apologies for taking so long to reply. I grew up on the West Coast of Canada. This is a memory piece of leaving home after university and heading east by train. For me it was a mix of sadness and excitement.
May 9th, 2023 at 1:42 am
Thanks Dan, after watching the latest BBC TV series "Race Across the World" with a route from Vancouver, British Columbia to St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, that must have included some breathtaking but also exhausting train journeys.
It's a very big country!
warm regards,
Alan
May 12th, 2023 at 11:59 pm
This really spoke to me, Dan, bringing back memories of the day I left my childhood home on the coast of Northern Ireland. I was moving to the city of Belfast to study, leaving the beauty of the Mountains of Mourne and Carlingford Lough behind me. The peaks of the mountains disappeared as I looked through the back window of my father’s car. Happily, it wasn’t too far to be able to return for a weekend visit, so I wasn’t too sad. However, when I decided to do my post graduate year in Bristol I had a bit further to travel, with the Irish Sea between me and my hometown!
I must admit I was much more emotional when we set off to take our son to Belfast five years ago. I remember the glow of the September evening sun on his face as he turned for a final look at our house. He looked about fourteen!
A evocative haiku—thanks for conjuring up all these memories!
marion