This is my backyard...my home. My comfort.
Welcome.
I feel that the topic upon graduation of city vs. hometown is a tad on the cliche side. Yet...here I sit, nowhere near graduation and caught up in the question of-is the reason that I long for home so much because it is where my roots are...or is it where I am to make my start yet again...? I grew up my whole life with the concept that 'townies' were worthless. Those who stayed straight after high school were never really living-which is false on so many levels that I wish I could go back and justify those comments that I have heard for years...but I can't. There are moments when I really am jealous that I have moved on from where I was raised. I feel that I have started new here in this overcrowded young adult town where we all feel that we are on top of the world. It's scary...
A dear friend once wrote to me and said that at times he feels we are lucky to live here-after living in a large city, he loves the fact that here, where the historic rolling prairies and flint hills are embedded forever, here is where he can truly feel close to the earth and close to real people.
There are phases of life, it is a process. I can't help but wonder if my beautifully producing yet stagnantly running life has hit a bump where it needs a new part transitioned out for something different...not extremely new, not complex...just different from the one now. Different so that my life can be ever more beautifully producing and consistently running so that I can really and truly feel close to the earth again...
Is that physically here, waiting to roll over this invisible bump...?
Or somewhere metaphorically near...?
"Hold onto these memories, the ones that drive you away, sing until your heart hurts, and then sing some more, don't stop singing until you see the shore, sing it loud and clear...cause I promise you, the whole world will hear you sing..."
Thank you for posting this song luke.
1 comment:
Beautiful. I love Manhattan. I'm going to miss it =(
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