Can We Ever Truly Return Home Again?

From North Texas to Norway, deciphering the true essence of home

Kelsey L.O.
Human Parts
Published in
7 min readSep 29, 2023

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A welcome mat in front of a door
Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash

I’ve always been drawn back to the places where my name was, once upon a time, on the mailbox.

Uprooted from the expansive plains of North Texas and thrust into the winter-clad, forested terrains of South Eastern Norway at the tender age of twelve, I was left grappling with an unspoken void. This sudden transition from familiar flatlands to snow-kissed woodlands gave birth to a perpetual yearning for a feeling of ‘home.’

It’s almost as if I could touch and feel the places where I could reabsorb the joy experienced, mend old heartache and grief, and witness chapters of my story- it’s almost as if I keep trying to revisit these places; I could find pieces of myself left behind. Pieces I would very much like back.

Not that long ago, I flew back to Texas to visit my family. After landing, it only took a few days to feel that old familiar pull to revisit my childhood home- a ranch-style starter house in your typical DFW suburbia setting. I climbed into my dad’s pickup truck, drove twenty miles, and soon found myself turning onto that old familiar lane where I used to ride my bike until the street lights came on. I remember it as shady and sleepy, with trees lining the street on both sides, creating a…

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Kelsey L.O.
Human Parts

Texan/Norwegian = Texawegian. Forever dwelling in the realm of possibility and curiosity. Editor of The Lucid Prose. Find me on instagram: @hellokelseylo