Wanderlust

A Story by moonlight

Just reminding that home is where the heart is :)

Just a few minutes more, he thought to himself. He left to go and find himself, to go see the world's beauty. He did what he always wanted to do, travel. He can't remember the first time the lust to travel came upon him, all he knew was that he wanted to go to the places he only saw on books and magazines he came upon in school and hear about in songs. To leave and to be free. God, he thought, so much had changed in 5 years, but as much as there are things that had changed, there were also some that had not. He looked over to his side when he passed by the old pub, remembering the times he went there to get his dad, he suppressed a smile. He did not want to remember. He gave off a sigh when he was on the trail, so familiar, the feelings he had tried so hard to hold in came pouring out, a tear fell from one of his eyes. He walked slowly, savoring the moment, breathing in the fresh scent of the ocean. The scent of his childhood. He gave in and let the memories flood in. Remembering his dad chasing him on the same trail, shouting words of encouragement as he learned to ride his first bicycle. A smile. His mum holding his hand as they walked on the trail telling him stories about faeries and magic. Another smile. He suddenly came to a stop, with the memories distracting him, he did not realize that the cottage was coming into view. You can do it, you can, he kept chanting to himself. He held off from coming back after his parents died on that unfortunate cruise, it was supposed to be a celebration of the love they'd shared for the past 30 years, that was 6 years ago, the last time he came back to bury the people who gave him life and love. He was on the wooden gate now, he calmed down, putting the key the caretaker he hired had given him, hearing the sound of metal as it opened up, and then he was upon their door, getting another key from the set he had, putting it on the knob, twisting, hearing the click, pushing open the door, with tears in his eyes and after such a long time, he came back to the one place he had always called home and yes, he was finally happy.

© 2011 moonlight

Author's Note

I know the story's not that clear. I might edit this when I feel up to it. I just wanted to write something that would somehow relate to the last line, the line came upon me 2 years ago and I thought it's a perfect ending to something. (^___^)

Please be kind. hahahaha

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roarke

it doesn't matter, get everything down. It will shift and move as you want it to until it settles into place. Lots of good stuff here. Although I don't think I'd make such a long sentence at the end, either phrase it differently or punctuate it differently. The emotion is there, the story is there. Let it speak when you're ready.