The Chicks (formerly known as Dixie) recorded a song called Wide Open Spaces, told from the

point of view of a young woman striking off on her own, chasing dreams and taking the test of

life’s lessons. There’s a line in the song that puts a lump in my throat every time I hear it,

because I can also hear the voices of my own parents:

 

And as her folks drive away, her dad yells, “Check the oil!”

Mom stares out the window and says, “I’m leavin’ my girl”

 

I’ve spent the last two years in a constant state of travel. There’s a sense of contentment that

settles over me when I’ve got good vibes on the playlist and a windshield filled with road in

front of me. The anticipation of the sights and surprises that lay ahead. In writing this devotion,

I reflected on why people leave home, and it made me think of two friends in particular. 

 

Leonie left Germany in her early 20s—she was young and had family in the US to help her get

settled and life in NYC and later DC was a big adventure. She eventually returned to Berlin

where she married and is raising a family. Elena was at a different point in her life when she

decided to emigrate from Russia. It was the early 90s, Boris Yeltsin was in Moscow standing on

a tank in defiance of a coup, and Elena was walking out of St. Petersburg with her husband and

young son. A rumor had swept the city that tanks were en route, and hundreds of people were

seeking refuge in the forests outside the city. Elena later said she remembered thinking, “We

have to get out of this country.”

 

I imagine that some of the people we meet while in Lesbos will have a similar story to tell. One

described by British-Somali writer and teacher Warsan Shire in her poem, “Home”,

 

no one would leave home

unless home chased you to the shore

unless home told you

to quicken your legs



leave your clothes behind

crawl through the desert

wade through the oceans

drown

save

be hunger 

beg

forget pride

your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear

saying-

leave,

run away from me now

i dont know what i’ve become

but i know that anywhere

is safer than here

 

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