Home. Its where the heart is, where your inner child lives. I grew up in noti or. Its a very small town where everyone knows your name, what road u live on, closest mile marker and year make and model of your 1st car. Its also where my inner child lives. I sometimes go years without spending time (outside of oregon country fair)in the places I grew up. I still do make special trips through and around the countryside, mostly for myself, or, if I am blessed, to show someone else the places I fished hiked and camped. But, somewhere along the way, I forgot what made those places special. Its the people. Not the people I hung out with, cause, I did most of that stuff for me and alone. Its the people in and around the area that made it safe and quiet at the same time. Its the polite nod to a total stranger out in the middle of nowhere. The knowing that if they needed help or the otherway round, it was there. If u or they wanted space and seclusion, it was there. It took Christopher Manleys wake for me to see it. People I havent seen in over 20 years...some of them I remember as if it were yesterday, some remember me as if it were yesterday. Chris always saw me before I saw him. Always recognized me out of a crowd and we always went right back to how we were as neighbor kids. He, to me, represents what my home town is. The community is what raises the family. I miss the community, and, while I dont see me moving back anytime soon(not that I wouldnt, I just dont see it)I wont let myself get that far away (spiritually) again. And, when I swing through to my old stompin grounds, I will b coming to c the people as well. I been trying to write this for a week now. I hope it shows yall how much I miss u!
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 05:39:09 +0000
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