Who Says You Can’t?

“It doesn’t matter where you are, it doesn’t matter where you go

If it’s a million miles aways or just a mile up the road

Take it in, take it with you when you go

Who says you can’t go home?”

…Bon Jovi

The beautiful area of Venice Florida was my latest home, but NJ is where my roots run deep.  Maybe this is why filling up on everything Jersey before my big trip is just a good idea.

Taking it all in, every color, every sound, smell, taste, to take it all with me like a living painting in my head.  Jersey has become infamous thanks to MTV and Bravo, but hey, doesn’t every place have their special idiots? I’m sure the world will be bursting with new visions to be had.

Still, Jersey to me is home, family, love, pizza and pork roll. It’s fun days at summer beach houses, salty ocean smells, teenage kisses under the boardwalk,  and eating Old Bay crabs on newspapers until your fingers are sore.

Along with a multitude of colorful memories, my Jersey also taught me how to add just the right amount of SAS to my attitude when called for, and believe me, the world calls for a little SAS now and then.  

On my pre-trip NJ homecoming, the train rides had my mind whizzing through the names of the towns from my past.  Sweet Long Branch, filled with midnight peanut butter sundaes; Funky Matawan where disco nights at the Fountain Casino never died.

Sure, I’ve been practicing to live in present moments; that’s the healthy road, right?  Yet still my reflections to my past…my memories of beautiful times known…that can be healing too.

On an early morning walk down the sun-laced sandy beach, I noticed incredible cloud formations in the distance that made it look as though there were mountains where there shouldn’t be any at all.  I stopped, staring silently for a while, my mind wondering exactly what it was that I was seeing when suddenly a gust of air blew threw me, carrying with it feelings hard to describe.

We all have moments that something deeper and greater touches us somewhere inside; somehow, I knew it was my gram, telling me everything is ok.

“Gram is that you?” I said out loud.  The rich silence was my answer, and I knew what I was doing was really ok. It is ok to take a sabbatical; it is ok to be kind of homeless for a while; it is ok to not have a job…for now.  Hey, it is all ok.

New Jersey, thank you for the memories and where the hugs are just a little tighter.  And still, I carry with me Bon Jovi’s famous words: “It doesn’t matter where you are, it doesn’t matter where you go.  Who says you can’t go home?”

Comments ( 3 )

  • Aj says:

    I love this article. Great Work

  • Mike says:

    Only one word can describe the feeling you get from reading this, perfect.

  • Glenda says:

    Debbie ~ I sit here wanting to wish you so many things: a safe trip, peace, love, health, enlightenment, just to name a few.

    It was just a couple of weeks ago that we sat in my backyard and you told me of this "trip of a lifetime"! I have been an accomplice on some of your adventures (wink, wink) but on this one you go it alone. You have my sincere wishes for an incredible journey.

    Godspeed my friend. Glenda

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