It was about the movie “The Nightmare Before Christmas” (Tim Burton’s 1993 movie). It was a great post to read, but what it did was transport me to Disneyland. I could see the decorations that grace the Haunted Mansion in the park from Halloween until the beginning of the year. The music plays while waiting for the ride and all through the ride. You walk around the park for the rest of your visit humming it. Sometimes it is a duet with the other themes of rides, so that it can become a cacophony of music in your head.
After reading this post, I was immediately homesick for a drive up to Disneyland. For 27 years I was able to drive to Disneyland. It was less than two hours away. No gps or maps were needed, I got in the car and drove. I know my way there.
This got me thinking, always a bit dangerous. I miss that way of life. I miss the way I lived when I was in San Diego. I never thought I would say that. I was glad to leave the west coast and move east. It was a dream I held for at least 27 years while living in California.
I miss being able to meet friends for a walk and either have coffee or a meal afterwards. I miss shopping at the malls with all the good stores there. I miss meeting our dear friends for coffee and or dinner and movies on Friday nights. I miss the mountains and the apple pies and apple picking there. I miss knowing my way around like the back of my hand, knowing that if I am not certain where I am, if I head toward the water, I will eventually find out where I am. I miss real Mexican food, with real salsa. I miss it all.
Now, that all seems nice, doesn’t it? I have to confess that, while in San Diego, I missed Maine. I missed the coast and the rocky shoreline. I missed the snowstorms, I missed the little military housing community I lived in. I missed my friends in my neighborhood. I missed the lobsters and the blueberry pies. I missed Mt Desert and Bar Harbor. I missed it all.
Finding a pattern here? In Maine, I missed Japan. I missed seeing Mt Fuji out my windows. I missed the excitement of living overseas. I missed the food and the smells and the noise. I missed riding my bicycle everywhere. I missed living in early occupation housing with all its challenges. I missed my friends.
Yes, this is my observation today. Seasons change. Not just outside in nature, but in our lives. Change is inevitable. We can’t help it. It happens. For our growth, for our lives, because we serve a God who knows what is the very best for us.
I have spent the past several months missing our old house here in Charleston. It was beautiful. The neighborhood was idyllic. It was comforting and I love it. Our new place, I am grateful for. I am learning also, that there will be things that I will eventually miss about this place too. The way the wind blows through the tress in the backyard. The ugly pond (more like a drainage ditch), that is home to three alligators. I never would have been able to watch the gators swim around like I do here. I actually enjoy watching them. One loves to swim all day long. One almost frolics in the water and the largest one makes the theme song from Jaws run through my mind.
Yes, the autumn of this year is upon us. It has brought with it a cooler temperature, changing and falling leaves and most importantly, a changing attitude in me. This is another season of my life. Not perfect. Not ideal. But, time that I will grow to enjoy and appreciate. A time of learning and discovering.
Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. (Ecclesiastes 3:11)
thank you for stopping by today. I appreciate your visit. DAF