SCI: What's Missing?

[bombardiette]

"Why the long face, cutie?" Matthew walked...no...snuck up behind me on that fateful day. I remember staring out as the waves broke gently over shell-less, rock-less, life-less sand, trying not to cry

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[dangerous_beans]

I've only heard this lament for home from people who live in New England, the Maritimes or Newfoundland...

For me, it's my beloved Green Mountains and the Taconics and being nestled safe, snug. Wrapped in a geologic grand-mère's embrace... The Rockies are pretty and they're nice to visit, but they're too damn young. They're wild and rebellious teenage mountains that haven't weathered through even half an eon.

One of my favourite, favourite song lyrics is:
My thoughts are always with you,
Have you changed since I've been gone?
O how I long to see you,
the time has been so long.
If I could get just one more day to walk your rugged shores,
I'd trade the life I chose to live, and go to sea no more.

My stoic and hard husband, expresses heartbreak at this song.

On rational discussion with Folks From Back East (and there are a lot of us in this young province) it's not just the people and the community found that Alberta lacks. It's that everything about the place makes it Not Home. It's too flat and open. The towns are hours and hours apart instead of minutes. It's got waves of canola instead of oceans. The mountains. Even the trees are subtly wrong.

This place is young. And while there is life and the potential for greatness, I want to be back home where greatness is a fond memory and and the status quo is contentment.

[bombardiette]

I think, too, that it was more a lament for everything lost.

Your descriptions of your home and the place where you live, the vast differences...they're beautiful too.