While I sit here in this loud face paced café located at T.F. Green Airport in Warwick, RI, I feel at home. Although my driver’s license was issued in Massachusetts and for about 300 nights a year I lay my head on a pillow in Dallas, I find myself feeling most at home in this small café and bar. I am over 1500 miles from Dallas and almost 40 miles from the home I grew up in Norwood, Massachusetts, but this place feels comfortable and soothing. Perhaps it’s the sailboat models in the windows or the blue paint on the walls reminding me of my most “at home” place, the beach. Maybe it’s the sounds of the people. I hear “wicked” being used as an adverb and a waitress who doesn’t say her r’s, “What would you like to ohdah?” The feeling could be based on the familiarity since its probably the 100th time I’ve sat in this café as I took my first plane ride at 18 months.
I remember the time I sat at the next table over with my sister who has tears in her eyes as we discussed how much we missed this place, “our home”. We talk about the internal battle both of us as facing. Our hearts ache, because we are plane rides away from our friends, family, people we love, and each other. Yet, if we think logically and not emotionally we know that we are making the right decision to be so far away. Her career is taking off in Savannah and Savannah’s market is a good place for her to gain valuable reporter experience. As a poor college student, the cost of living in Dallas pales in comparison to the cost of living in Massachusetts or Rhode Island and I am forced to stay in Dallas until I have finished my Bachelor’s degree.
Another time I was here dining with my father. He insisted on sitting at the bar stools by the window, a much less intimate setting than the one my sister and I were at. We ordered two lobster rolls since Maine lobster in Texas is non-existent. Of course the man who is always in a hurry, order an extra to go.
Thinking about the memories and atmosphere which makes this place special, my heart longs to be home. I yearn to stay here. Will I ever feel at home in Dallas?