i already miss home.
9.08.2009
the first time i moved out of florida for an extended period of time (a year and a half stint in wisconsin), i didn't miss home at all. i scoffed at all things florida and put on 2 pairs of gloves, my down coat, and newly acquired boots and faced -19ยบ weather with a smile on my face*.
due to economic circumstances beyond my control (read: i couldn't sell my house in west palm beach - bubble, burst, etc.), i moved back. i returned to my little house on december 1st of 2006, driving my little hatchback towing a not-so-little trailer behind me. i was chased out of the midwest by a NASTY snowstorm. it was literally on my heels as i left - my windshield wipers froze and the motor died as i was leaving town. had to get it fixed on the side of the road somewhere in indiana. when i arrived back home 2 days later, i could wear a tank top. i had forgotten what that was like . . a tank top. in december. immediately the relief of being home washed over me.
thus i learned the lesson of not taking my homestate for granted.
i moved away again a little over a year ago now. this time, it was much harder to leave, as i knew what (and who) i was leaving.
my last visit home was so spectacular that i'm already nostalgic for the place, the people, the fun. my parents still live in the house in which i grew up. on the same street, with the same empty, overgrown lots, filled with the same palmetto scrub and pine trees that have been there since the A Land Remembered days. can't you just picture Zech riding Ishmael through there?
due to economic circumstances beyond my control (read: i couldn't sell my house in west palm beach - bubble, burst, etc.), i moved back. i returned to my little house on december 1st of 2006, driving my little hatchback towing a not-so-little trailer behind me. i was chased out of the midwest by a NASTY snowstorm. it was literally on my heels as i left - my windshield wipers froze and the motor died as i was leaving town. had to get it fixed on the side of the road somewhere in indiana. when i arrived back home 2 days later, i could wear a tank top. i had forgotten what that was like . . a tank top. in december. immediately the relief of being home washed over me.
thus i learned the lesson of not taking my homestate for granted.
i moved away again a little over a year ago now. this time, it was much harder to leave, as i knew what (and who) i was leaving.
my last visit home was so spectacular that i'm already nostalgic for the place, the people, the fun. my parents still live in the house in which i grew up. on the same street, with the same empty, overgrown lots, filled with the same palmetto scrub and pine trees that have been there since the A Land Remembered days. can't you just picture Zech riding Ishmael through there?
ahh the spectacular sunsets of post-thunderstorm afternoons. the air is so thick, sometimes you feel like you're swimming through it. humid or no, it's what i call home. and i like it.
*ok, not exactly true. it was more like with the most pained, terrified look on my completely frozen face. have you ever felt your NOSE HAIRS freeze?! i mean, come on.
3 comments:
I know what it is to miss home...different for me of course...I moved here growing up my entire childhood in IL. I loved the seasons...I have had my nose hairs freeze...no doubt...that is the thing I miss the least...lol...hope all is well...great pics by the way...cheers to nostalgia
Joe Beaty
the nose-hair-freeze is the thing i miss least about wisconsin too! the thing i miss the most? (besides friends)? fried cheese curds. oh man.
thanks, joe :)
I know what you mean. Sometimes I really consider moving out of town, just for the sake of living somewhere else. But every time I go on a trip, I am so happy to get back to Kentucky.
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