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The long road home

Sometimes coincidence is so resonant, it means more than the lucky happenstance we associate with it.

Earlier this week, I took a photo of my desk in the lab for my mum. Just with my iPhone, and sent it fast – as I’ve been doing for the last few months. Kind of feels like sharing my day with her makes us feel closer.

She sent back a message that included the words, “is that the same picture as in the back room?”

The picture above my desk

Now, the “back room” is what our family calls the extension room that was put on my family home about 30 years ago. The home where I grew up, and where my parents still live. The back room is notoriously cold in winter and hot in summer. It is where the kids watch tv during the day and where my dad watches tv in the evenings. It’s where I used to dance to the Grease movie soundtrack my grandmother bought me for Christmas one year; where I crammed for the HSC (the first time I took it); and where I lived with beautiful Bec for three weeks when she was a newborn baby, so my mum was close by to cook dinner and give me company while I adjusted to motherhood at the ripe old age of 22.

Flash back to now: I didn’t choose the picture – it was hanging above the only desk in the lab that hadn’t been claimed yet, and so when the desk became my work location, so the image remains above my shoulder.

My dad was responsible for the purchase of the same picture in the back room at home. He’d bought it on a trip to IKEA, prior to developing his intense dislike for the place that always sells him furniture with holes drilled in the wrong locations.

I had wondered why the picture looked peaceful and liked having it above my desk but I didn’t realise it was exactly the same image I have known from childhood.

Woah.

When I told Jed of the coincidence, he told me it must be meant to be. That mum and I could imagine that one end of the road was at her place in Sydney, and the other end was above my desk here in Colorado. And all we have to do is walk down it to meet in the middle. (Sidenote: This is the kind of stuff that made me marry this guy)

My mum’s reaction was “I’m on my way!” and mine was the same.

Coincidence?

3 Responses to " The long road home "

  1. Catherine says:

    What a great coincidence and comforting too.
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  2. Elisabeth says:

    Jo,what a beautiful story,very moving.Made me miss my Mom,sniff..

  3. Barb says:

    What a great story! When things happen like this I get goosebumps
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