It always surprises me how things sneak up on me. For some background, I am not, by nature, a person who really gets homesick. I never have been. I never understood the kids at camp that would cry to go home. In all of my travels around the world, I’ve never been the person who was grasped by pangs of anxiety to return to the familiar. Sure, I miss things, miss people, but it’s never been something that consumes me. I actually started thanking God for this, because in my line of work, homesickness could be a really big problem, but I’ve never really had to deal with it.
But boy, did it sneak up on me this weekend. Not only that, but in a situation, a place and at a time when I would LEAST expect it to ever happen.
I went to a new friend’s birthday party this weekend. I met Klavs through Andis. Klavs lives and studies in Riga but his parents live out in the country in a small village about 30-45 minutes away. This weekend Klavs turned 16 and Chris and I were invited to his birthday party at his parents home. Chris was at a worship conference, so he couldn’t go. Instead, I tagged along with Andis. We had some more mutual friends that would be there, so I wasn’t too concerned with it being strange. Ok, that’s not completely true… I was quite nervous as I had no idea what to expect… but that’s another story. ANYWAY… Andis and I drove out there and somehow got there before anyone else… including Klavs or his parents. We called Klavs to ask what to do, and he said “Make yourself at home,” so we did. We actually went on a walk since we had been sitting in the car for 3 hours.
Klavs’ parents’ place was BEAUTIFUL… and I loved it. It really surprised me. They have their own little farm/property type place. Klavs’ grandma lives next door in her own home. They have this little dog called “Maziņš” (which means “Little”) that follows you everywhere and is so cute and likes to fight with grandma’s dog. It’s just outside of the village and they have a bunch of property, woods, ponds (they raise fish… salmon)… it’s so beautiful and peaceful. Their place butts up against the Gaļa river, so we walked back there, Maziņš in tow. It was so pretty. There was a little bench there by the river and I sat down to rest & just take it all in. The birds were singing, there was even a woodpecker on one of the trees. Andis mentioned how they have deer and beaver that live in the woods there near the river. The dog started playing in the river, to which Andis and I both yelled at him, laughingly saying “Get out of there, you’re gonna stink!”… and then it hit me like a mac truck… and out of nowhere, I began to cry. It was that kind of cry that you can’t really control… you just have tears running down your face, and you’re not even completely sure why.
Andis was playing with the dog and checking out the woodpecker, so I was kinda in my own world. All of these memories of my childhood came rushing back to me, and that’s when I realized that Klavs’ parents place totally reminded me of my parent’s place, my childhood home. Grandma living next door, dog following me through the woods and coming back from the river all stinky and wet. Farm machinery sitting in front of the barn and the quiet… I love the quiet. It was one of the first times I could hear the birds without traffic drowning them out for quite some time. Shouts echoing in the woods. I felt so at home and yet I knew it wasn’t home. Memories of things I haven’t thought of in years came rushing back… like when I was about 8 or 9 and my 3 boy cousins and I were walking home from the bus, following the river back to the house. We used to like to find big sticks and let them flow down the river and throw rocks at them to “sink the submarine”… and the one time that there was a perfect stick stuck beside the ice in the river. Since I had boots and a snowsuit on, they convinced me to go down and get the stick moving. By the time I got back up the dike, it was gone, and I was soaked. I had to go in the basement door at home so Mom “wouldn’t find out” that I was wet from the river. I’m sure she figured it out, but just never said anything.
All of these memories, images & thoughts about my family and my childhood, and I just sat there, tears streaming down my face, and I really didn’t know why it was even happening.
Later, during the party, Andis, Klavs and I were talking and Klavs’ dad came around the corner and I stopped mid-sentence. He looked so much like my dad. I couldn’t believe it. Not exactly, and maybe not even very much in reality, but in my minds’ eye, in the emotional state I was in, he was a spitting image. It was very strange.
Later in the evening, or actually in the early morning hours some time, we were all sitting around singing and people playing guitar and such. Klavs’ dad came in and started playing and singing. Klavs told me they were “Latvian war songs”, not folk songs, but songs they sang during war times about being Latvian and getting their independence and such. I sat in the corner and realized that, in this group of 15ish people, I was the only non-Latvian… though as I had that thought, I remembered, “No, wait, I AM Latvian! I’m 1/4 Latvian.” I sat and listened with extremely mixed emotions. I understood words, but I really didn’t understand the songs, nor did I understand the meaning, the depth of the song and what it meant to the Latvian heart & culture. At the same time, I felt a connection, but I couldn’t understand it. (If you’ve seen the movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”, that’s what it was like…) Like I had this connection to this music and this land, but I didn’t know why & it kinda freaked me out. I eventually left the room, feeling very lost and overwhelmed, but deeply moved, by… by… by something that I couldn’t name.
I have since come to the conclusion that this was all brought on by a myriad of things. The biggest being that the day before, I had talked with my “baby” brother on Skype. Somehow, he’s grown into a man of 23, is getting married, is a US Marine, and is leaving for Iraq, again, on Friday. And that scares me.
Sneaky Emotional Overload - it surprised me, took me off guard and overwhelmed me beyond what I thought was possible.

April 17th, 2007 at 2:20 pm
Hey Lyds,
Thanks for sharing such a personal experience. Know pretty much what you mean. Sorry to hear that it hit you so hard.
Sounds like God put you in a ’safe’ place at least whilst you dealt with the emotions. I pray that you will be given the chance and support to deal with the stuff you need to.
Really impressed that you didn’t feel the need to ‘explain’ your experience.
Loads of love from me and Nikki
~Robin
April 18th, 2007 at 7:09 pm
lyd, your an AMAZING writer, you paint a picture and just like captivate me as a reader, i can’t stop reading… thanks a ton for sharing your experience it was a beautiful one.
cheers
jim baker