Far From The Home I Love

Yes, I'm one of those Jews that think that Fiddler On The Roof is one of the best musicals ever written. Most of the music I listen to is Broadway soundtracks, I'm not afraid to admit it. I don't care if anyone thinks that it's stereotypical. I love show tunes, I'm gay and I'm okay with it. And if you're not, frankly my dears I don't give a damn. So recently while listening to the Fiddler soundtrack I came across the song that just kills me. Now I've said it before, my family is so far up one another's asses that none of us can make a move without the other knowing. So every year I have to be asked the same question which is why I travel back east for Christmas, a holiday that isn't even mine to own or celebrate. To those of us in relationships we know exactly why we do this and while it seems perfect to be a Christian and Jew in a relationship (Hanukkah with my family, Christmas with his) every year I find myself explaining why I must travel to a distant land, far from the home I love - Don't Get Me Started!

So for today's entry, I want to share with you the classic lyrics written by Sheldon Harnick for Fiddler On The Roof. And I'll just bet you that if you're someone like me who is traveling away from your family this year to go to your spouse's family (yeah, yeah, I know, their family is your family we're all family but you get what I mean) these words will most likely resonate within you as they do in me.

Far From The Home I Love

How can I hope to make you understand

Why I do what I do,

Why I must travel to a distant land,

Far from the home I love.

Once I was happily content to be

As I was, where I was,

Close to the people who are close to me,

Here in the home I love.

Who could see that a man could come

Who would change the shape of his dreams.

Helpless now I stand with him,

Watching older dreams grow dim.

Oh, what a melancholy choice this is,

Wanting home, wanting him,

Closing my heart to ev'ry hope but his,

Leaving the home I love,

There where my heart has settled long ago

I must go, I must go, I must go,

Who could imagine I'd be wand'ring so

Far from the home I love

Yet there with my love, I'm home.

I can't wait to see Michael and his family and yes, there with my love, I am indeed home because some clichés are true, home is where the heart is and he carries mine with him. Far from the home I love - Don't Get Me Started!

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