Trifecta Word Challenge: Home Town

“The week’ s Trifecta Monday  prompt:  the third definition of the word – Phantom:

 a representation of something abstract, ideal, or incorporeal <she was a phantom of delight — William Wordsworth>


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Home Town

It was a wonderful day as days go, just riding down the highway of delight.  I’d thought to visit my home town, but thenI discovered that home town was a phantom idea born in some dream that should have been my reality.  Memories and fantasies all mixed up in a deceitful blend to create what should have been my past.

Riding down Main street, I didn’t recognize a single shop or tree.  In my mind’s eye I remembered the courthouse in the centre of town, as well as Woolworth’s and the movie theatre, but now I couldn’t identify them.   The streets even seemed smaller, more congested.  There was a shabbiness that was disconcerting.  The streets were clean, but the buildings seemed older than even some of the older buildings one finds in Europe.

Someone once said, you can never return home.  I think that afternoon, driving through my home town, which I hadn’t seen in nearly 50 years, I came to understand this reality.  My home town doesn’t exist, except as a name on a map and a phantom of my memory; the reality is that it has nothing to do with me.

Word count:  194

18 thoughts on “Trifecta Word Challenge: Home Town

  1. I could relate to this. When I was passing through a town I lived in during junior high, I drove by the house we lived in. I didn’t even recognize it, and even the streets were different (the main road had been detoured to another route during my absence.) Good thing I didn’t have a strong attachment to a place as home or I would’ve left a little lost 🙂


    • Yes…you’ve got it exactly…we kind of put things away in our memory, tied up with emotions and how we think we saw them at the time…then reality of course does it’s own little quirky changes, until what we have is an idealized, phantom town which doesn’t exist. 🙂


  2. Every time I return to my hometown (I still have sisters who live there) I find it unrecognizable, and I wonder how I could have come from this place. It seems to have nothing to do with me, as you say. But yet it does. Thought-provoking piece. I enjoyed it.


  3. I can so relate to this though it’s not my hometown which I thought about but the various cities where I studied or stayed for a length of 5-9 years but when I went back to visit,it felt alien-sigh!A beautifully written piece:-)


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