I’m going to tell you my favorite three songs right now, and you can try to find the common theme: “Home Life” by John Mayer, “Where the green grass grows” by Tim McGraw, and “Where the trees stand still” by Bebo Norman
Found it yet? Let me give you some lyrics.
“Yesterday it seems I traveled in a younger man’s clothes/Moving on forever, watching the distance fade away/But now I just want to land…where the trees stand still.”
“I’m going to live where the green grass grows…point our rocking chairs towards the west and plant our dreams where the peaceful river cools.”
“I think I’m gonna stay home/Have myself a home life/Sitting in the slow-mo/And listening to the daylight/I am not a nomad/I am not a rocket man/I think I’m gonna stay home.”
Yes, the ever elusive concept of “home” has me obsessed right now. As we approach our final month in Africa, the longing for normal is hitting at full force. I know it’s just an illusion, that as soon as I get “home” to Pennsylvania or San Diego I’ll be looking for the proverbial greener grass somewhere else. Perhaps I’ll miss Africa within days of going home to America.
But right now, I’m looking forward to watching the grass grow, watching the trees stand still, and watching the world move in slow motion in a place that feels like home.
