Homecoming: Embracing the Self

It was past 2am when a most unwelcome visitor appeared at my door. She had my spare key and the lock posed some difficulty to her despite this, she did not stop. When she opened the door—my door—she saw me reflected there and remembered that it was my house.

The three-storey building looked old and abandoned from the outside with a postbox overflowing with my long letters. Many of the time, I traveled with my band. I only got back home when the tours were over. She must have noticed this and purposely planned it this way.

As she was about to open the door, she heard my footsteps. She glanced up and I caught her eyes, she went on with her plea. With the pale moonlight above us, I smiled, clapping inwardly for her courage. It was not an idea to call the police; on the contrary, I was amazed at her audacity.

Unlikely Companions

We passed through the front door – two strangers who could develop into something more. Her smile was all that I wanted to achieve in life; her dressing style was envy-inducing. She had her hair tied up in a long braid ala Viking Valhalla princess and her face was glowing with natural beauty. She even held the handbag I had wanted to buy for myself one day.

Her certainty was palpable. She was a strong-minded lady who would have no one change her mind for them. Never before had I seen such confidence in a person.

Bathed in the warm glow of my foyer, she seemed to be stronger, older, and more confident, a woman who lived life to the fullest and without any regrets. She risked but not actuality, meeting life head-on with an appreciation I never could muster. While I continued to be cocooned in my tormented bedclothes, which shielded my fragile spirit from the world.

A New Beginning

I opened the door and she came in, leaving off the stink of the street and the mud of the roads. “Make yourself at home,” I told him. She did.

Even though it was early morning I did not feel sleepy at all, it seemed as if I had entered an interesting dream. I had never dreamt of having a genuine friend, an individual who will remain loyal, and acknowledge and accept me for who I am.

I could not help myself and said, ‘No baggage?’ I had never seen people who could exist without it.

I remember how she looked at me then, her give me a brief look through the mirror, in the hallway. As such, there is a gap of like understanding that enables us to achieve a point of connection as was evident in that particular moment. I was her burden, and she was his future. We first collided in the middle, in the present moment, just before the transition.

Letting Go

At some point on the great wide path, I let go of the anger and the need to battle both the world and myself for control. I began to forgive those who had sinned against me and was able to become who I was supposed to be. In hindsight, it seemed so simple: happiness is an option, hope is an undertaking, and love is what we build it to be.

The idea here was to open the door without any baggage. I found myself when I stopped living in the past, embraced my power, and recognized all vòng beautiful and ugly truths about me.

Finally, I opened it with the key and entered the house. This is me, and this is the place where I belong.