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A History of Homesickness

There are many reasons for feeling homesick — from heading off to college to moving to a new community to fleeing times of war or famine. Though these are different degrees of loss and separation, psychologists agree that it’s hard to leave behind the people and places we love.

First, it’s all about attachment. We bond with our towns and our homes, and when those relations are disrupted, we suffer just as we do with the loss of a beloved. In short, homesickness is like enduring a broken heart. We grieve and live in limbo, with faith that in time, we will grow to love another landscape, learn to build community, find comfort in another set of rooms.  A recent article in the Huffington Post sums up this point of view.  But what happens when the sadness lingers longer than a few weeks or months?  What does that say about the condition of our souls?

The Swiss psychiatrist C. G. Jung linked persistent homesickness with an inability to adjust to new challenges and surroundings.  Writing to Sandor Torok in April 1959, he said, “There are people who because of their homesickness cannot accustom themselves to any new situation. But then they would never have accustomed themselves to their homeland either. Others, who identify with their homeland, youth, and origins, regard them as a kind of lost paradise and yearn to get (it) back again.”

People often harbor a messianic belief that they will be reborn in a new land.  In short, they project paradise into the future, imagining a city on the hill, where life is easy, the spirit soothed, the streets paved with gold.  A necessary fairy tale, perhaps, for those who have to endure a perilous and costly journey.  But then it can be harder to endure the shock of the real.

During the big wave of immigration in the nineteenth century, homesickness took such a toll on a newcomer’s health that doctors regarded it as a serious medical condition. “Homesick” meant depressed, moody, melancholy. It was associated with lack of energy and engagement. A general wasting of the body and the spirit.

Relocating meant severing all ties with one’s family and homeland, in a kind of limbo where the past was inaccessible and the future uncertain.  During that era of major migration and resettlement, America was awash in homesickness. But the problem wasn’t just missing a familiar time and place.  It was the collapse of hope.

One of the hardest things for any immigrant is the loss of family talismans, those special possessions that affirm one’s values and identity. These objects carry a certain energy or manna. Without them, we grow disoriented and may even lose our will to live. As the psychologist, William James once observed, “We feel and act about certain things that are ours very much as we feel and act about ourselves.”  So let’s look at how things can help us to adapt to a new reality.

Carrying Home in a Quilt

Pioneer women traveled West with “friendship quilts” made by loved ones they would very likely never see again. The journey was harsh and these quilts were used to cover the hard buckboard seats that bore into the spine and left dark bruises. Sometimes they were used to bury family members wiped out by marauders or disease on the hard journey. When they reached their destination,  these women would tack a quilt over the front door to keep out the dust, wind, or rain, and to consecrate the home.  Quilts adorned the walls of the most primitive lean-to, or shack, until a more permanent dwelling could be built. These artful creations connected settlers with their former way of life while brightening up a barren landscape.

Life on the prairie had few comforts. Often the only furniture consisted of a tree trunk and a plank for a dining table, with a lumpy mattress in the corner of the room.  A quilt not only brought beauty and a sense of comfort, but it also reminded people where they came from, and of a whole symphony of relationships. Not surprisingly, it was one of the first things that got packed when it was time to move again, for there were more relocations on the horizon if the crops failed, the land was poor, or a husband died and the plot too much for a woman to manage on her own.

The House as a Vessel of Culture

In Shadows on a Rock, Willa Cather observes that women were responsible for not just for feeding and clothing the family, but for carrying a bit of culture into a foreboding wilderness. In this passage, we see how important it is to pass certain rituals of homemaking on to the next generation.

“During the last summer of her illness, (Madame Auclair) lay much of her time on the red sofa that had come so far out to the rock out in the wilderness. She could hear Cecile moving around in the kitchen, putting more wood into the iron stove, watching the casseroles. Then she would think, fearfully, about how much she was entrusting to that little shingled head; something so precious, so intangible; a feeling about life that had come down to her through so many centuries, and that she had brought with her across the wastes of obliterating, brutal ocean. The sense of ‘our way’–that was what she wanted to leave with her daughter. She wanted to believe that when she was lying in this rude Canadian earth, life would go on almost unchanged in this room with its dear (and to her, beautiful) objects, that the proprieties would be observed with all the little shades of feeling that make the common fine.”

Caring for the contents of a home, no matter how rude or humble means caring for the family soul.

Fateful Moves

In the twentieth century, a collection of statues helped ease the symptoms of homesickness for Sigmund Freud, the founder of psychoanalysis. When Freud closed his practice in Vienna before the start of World War II, he arranged to transport some two thousand antiquities to his new residence in London. Years later, he told Ernest Jones that his beloved statuettes helped him to adjust to a foreign land. These talismans served as transitional objects for Freud’s patients on their inner journeys. His consulting room was lined with figurines of totem animals, ancient gods and goddesses. In this energetic field, analysands lost in the realm of threatening feelings and emotions, learned how to find their way back home.

Often a single object allows us to reconstruct our feelings for a place. As a child, the writer May Sarton heard many stories about her family home in Belgium, with the magical name of “Wondelgem.” To her, it seemed a mythical place.  At the start of World War I, her parents had fled Europe and settled in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Once peace was declared, they went back to see what remained of their estate.

“We were there at the gate,” Sarton writes, “At first, my (parents) must have felt their life together violated, trampled down.”

The building had been bombed and was now nothing but a ruin.    Then her mother cried out, “Look, George!” lifting a single Venetian glass with a graceful stem from a pile of rubbish.  “How has this single object survived to give us courage?”

Our possessions endow us with a deep sense of continuity and connection.  We make the most successful adaptation to a new place when we internalize these values.  As Jung noted, those who cannot adapt,  “share the same illusion that the goal is somewhere to be found in outward things and conditions, without realizing that psychologically they already carry it within them and always have. If they knew that, the question of homesickness would be answered once and for all.”   The talisman is powerful because it connects us with the strength we have within.

Finding Your Talisman

One of the most traumatic things in life is the loss of home. With violence erupting in so many areas around the globe, we are now living in the Era of Displacement.  Today there are more exiles than ever before. Data from UNHCR’s annual Global Trends report, shows that almost 70.8 million people are now forcibly displaced. To put this in perspective, this is double the level of 20 years ago, 2.3 million more than a year ago, and corresponds to a population between that of Thailand and Turkey. Most of these people are fleeing war and persecution, leaving their heirlooms behind and taking only what they can carry on their backs.

Immigrants usually bring with them one or two small objects that remind them of home.

On her mantel, a Guatemalan psychotherapist keeps a hand-carved figurine (dancing skeletons of a bride and groom) commemorating the Day of the Dead and promising a happy afterlife.  On the walls of his study, an Iraqi writer displays an illustrated page from the Koran, a souvenir from his grandfather’s library in Baghdad.

If you had only minutes to pick out what you loved then stuff it in a travel bag, what item would you choose? What object has enough “home” in it, to prevent you from getting “homesick”?   What piece would you carry with you as a talisman — to help you begin your life anew?

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Valerie Andrews
Valerie Andrewshttps://reinventinghome.org/
VALERIE is the Chief Storyteller for Reinventing Home, an online magazine exploring how home shapes our culture, creativity, and character. Isabel Allende calls this publication Brain Pickings for the Home—a thinking person’s guide to the well-lived life. Our contributors explore home as a personal sanctuary and interactive hive, and how home contributes to our health, happiness, and productivity. Valerie calls her own features “a mindful approach to home with a Jungian twist” and considers everything from the secret lives of our possessions to how the dust underneath your bed is related to the creation of the cosmos. Reinventing Home is nonprofit journalism at its best—a virtual living room for an enlightened conversation about the way we feel about our nests and the bigger issues that are shaping home today, from technology to climate change. Read more at www.reinventinghome.org

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7 CONVERSATIONS

  1. Thank you for so many gems in this piece, Valerie. I didn’t know the history of the quilts even though I saw the wonderful collection displayed at the De Young museum in San Francisco some 10 years back. Now, as I am reading Jojo Moyes’ The Giver of Stars, the quilting references make much more sense.

    We were “luxury immigrants”, having a 40′ container following us as we moved to the US almost 23 years ago. Because of the dynamics you describe, I hang on to some pieces of furniture that, had I bought them here, had probably been updated to something a little less worn long ago. But they hold too many dear memories of a life on another continent with people, some long gone and some we just see much less often that we would have liked.

    We moved 4 month ago and went through the first sorting and tossing and donating round. I don’t think 50 banker boxes of books would be the first thing I would grab if I had to flee. But as long as I don’t have to flee, I like that they are still there.

    Your question is a good reminder whether we own our things or they own us.

  2. Thank you for this joyous piece! I have a few pieces of art that remind me of my grandparents, but I don’t think I’d be lost without them. As long as I had my children with me, I feel as though we could make it work anywhere. My favorite – yet intangible – talisman is my love of cooking. And I can bring those recipes anywhere as they live in my head. Eating dinner with my kids at the dining room table each night is my favorite activity.

    And to be honest, this piece makes me really think. I’ve moved a lot and feel more a home in my current abode than ever before. As a child I always dreamed of moving away from “home.” And now I’m here, making my own definition.

    Thanks for giving me something to think about!

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