Return

My sister just returned from her trip. She left when I was still in Korea so I hadn't seen her in over a year. In lieu of her return and the birthday I missed, I gave her a a little package last night. It included: a Dick Tracy sticker book, Korean bookmarks, "Howl's Moving Castle" and an Ayn Rand book that I really like called "We The Living". Oh yah, I wrapped all this in the pages of a comic book call "Savage Henry".

The word return is interesting. It's one of those loaded words; the mood and understanding behind it all depends on context and history. I think in everyones life, there are things we would like to return to, things we wish we could have once again and things we wish we didn't have to abandon. It's the soldier returning home, the lost boy finding his mom, the visit to your childhood town. With these things we long/enjoy our returning. Juxtaposed to this is our desire to escape a return by seeking out the new, finding a way to change and to break away from habits/routine. There are many things we would never want to return to (moments in time perhaps) and many realities we wish we didn't have to return to ie. a crappy job or homelife. We desire or despise to return to things of our past. Return is a reflective word. You can not return to some place, something, that you have never been and although often you are the one who has the choice to return, sometimes it is impossible to escape a return or to inable one.