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Daily Prompt: Far from Home

Daily Prompt: Far from Home

by michelle w. on July 15, 2013

Tell us about the farthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Today I thought I would do the Daily Prompt. For those of you who are interested, I am working on some new short stories, as well as Part 2 of my published story “House of Mystery”. I know it’s been several months since I posted new stories. Sorry about that. Life has been crazy lately, with moving, then floods and storms and everything that comes with all that.

Now though I feel the need to start writing in earnest again.  I’ve missed it. I hope you have missed it also. But for now, I’ll do the Daily Prompt.


It’s complex for me, telling you about the farthest I’ve been from home.

How can it be complex you ask? Well it depends on your definition of “home”. Do you mean where I was born and grew up? Or do you mean ‘home’ as in where I feel the most comfortable? Or does it just mean where I lived? See, complex. Maybe it’s just me making it complex.

home sweet home, kinda.
home sweet home, kinda.

So let me break it down for you. I was born and raised in Wisconsin. Good old Milwaukee to be exact. I hated it. I did. I hated living there and would never live in Milwaukee again. (Sorry folks who live there, no offense meant).  I just never felt like I belonged there. I always felt like an outsider, even in my own family of 2 parents and 3 siblings. I was so lonely 99% of the time.

I was a super shy kid and would spend most of my time reading books. I was painfully shy. Really. I would blush so red that it actually hurt. It took me a long time to get over that shyness.

Even when I was ‘home’ I was away. In my mind and my heart I was away from where I grew up. I always dreamed of far away places. I was determined to see other places and so I did.


My first venture of living away from Wisconsin is when I moved to Mississippi. Yeah, well that didn’t last but six months. I didn’t like where I was and I didn’t like the people I was with. So then if was off to Texas, where my younger brother was. Looking back that was a mistake and yet not. I suppose it was fate.

I lived in Texas for 20 years. I liked it for the most part. I thought I had found ‘home’ at last. Now, I think it was just another stopping place before I moved on. Yeah, a looonnnggg stopping place. 🙂 I had some living to do and some hurting to do as well. I got married, stayed married too long, then got divorced. I met some fantastic people living there. There are a lot of Texans that have hearts as big as the state they live in.

I don’t regret moving to Texas or staying as long as I did. I still have a bit of my heart in Texas with great friends. A bigger chunk of my heart stayed in Texas with someone I met and lived with after my divorce. I do believe he was the love of my life. He’s gone now, died of diabetes complications much much too young.

I also left a bitter angry stalker as many of you know. I’m not going to dwell on that one.

So now I’m in Canada. But the big question is, is this my home?

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Honestly, I don’t know. It’s a wonderful country with some great people. I’ve been here for a while now. So this is as far away from where I grew up as any place I’ve been. Around 1200 miles give or take a few hundred.

Is it home?

For now it is. I think I’m basically still looking. I might not be able to look any further. This may well be the end of my journey. Only time will tell.


11 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Far from Home

    1. Yes I am. I think home means different things to different people. I’m not sure what it means to me. Thank you for reading.


  1. I enjoyed this, Jackie. If only you could have been a world traveler. I think it would have suited you to a T. You are young enough; you may yet find a place that let’s you know you are “home.”

    Whenever I’ve moved away from this area, I’ve always come back after a short time. I really do love this corner of the state. But ideally, I would love to live near water. The ocean, the shore of a Great Lake – just on some large body of water. I find water soothing.

    And yes, chop!chop! on getting part two of your story written. I’m dying to know what happens! 🙂


    1. Maddie!! I was just going to write you an email. Honest. I still might. 😉 I would have loved to be a world traveler. That would be awesome. I get ‘itchy feet’ sometimes and want to move. I love upper wisconsin, in the woods, those are the only times I’ve felt I was ‘home’. If I could thats where I would live.


  2. I have lived a few places that I thought of as home, but as I get older I see the place I’m from as home, because that’s where my loved ones are – I have called myself an Oregonian or and Arkansayer – but I’m really from Las Vegas – that’s where I go when I go “Home”. Nicely done and this fills in some things for those of us who have been following your story.


    1. Thank you Lorri. I’m glad you feel ‘home’ when you go home. I wish I did. Maybe one day I will. 🙂


      1. I can certainly understand why you don’t. I was lucky to get some resolution with family many years ago. I left to have a life apart, and now treasure being a part.


        1. I treasure being apart also. 😉 The problem with ‘home’ is sometimes it’s good sometimes it’s not so good. Lately it’s not so good.


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