I didn’t leave my home.
My home left me.
It was once a place of warmth and connection.
Now it presents, at best, a cool reception
It used to care about welcoming strangers.
Now, it has closed its doors to anyone seeking refuge.
It used to be a place where neighbors knew more than each other’s names.
Now, it is barely possible to see faces of others as they rush through their lives, eyes trained on handheld devices, focusing on their next stop in their intricately-planned daily schedule.
It used to be a place where people talked to and with each other, even about issues that mattered.
Now, discussions steer away from most topics, as the pendulum of communal speech, which sometimes seeks the extremes, and not the middle, prohibits engaging in productive and meaningful conversation.
It used to be a place where, to some extent, it was possible to share feelings, even self-doubt.
Now, we hear that only certain people are always right, and others are always wrong, where ‘rightness” may not even be based on established facts, where doubt is forbidden, and where feelings are a sign of weakness.
It used to be a place where people could choose a path for their vocation and find an appropriate position that brought them challenge and fulfillment.
Now, there are leaders ready to take away those positions as they misunderstand or denigrate their value for our knowledge, our health, and for the safety of food and other products that we use every day.
It used to be a place where freedom meant that we could pursue relationships and interests inside and outside our occupations that offer a sense of contentment, acceptance, and joy.
Now, it is a place where bullying and ridicule set the parameters for what is appropriate behavior and who can be seen as having a role in society.
It used to be a place where allies in distant places participated in a mutual sharing of wisdom and culture that enriched all people.
Now, walls are being raised to prevent new ideas from “contaminating” a perceived greatness that defines cultural value in narrow terms.
I didn’t leave my home.
My home left me.
And I won’t give up until I find a peaceful, yet forthright, way get it back.