The things you miss..
It's odd, the things you miss when you move away. The people, the places, the things. I hopped a flight home yesterday morning and after catching the best sleep I've ever managed on a plane, I landed in the bitterly cold land of home.
I had a few extra bucks in my pocket and on touchdown, Jen and I went on a small spree. I picked up a few things that would cost a small fortune in Boston without breaking the fifty dollar mark here.
As we ran around the streets of Owosso, I laughed about how much I missed just driving down these all too familiar streets. I know where everything is, every little shortcut, so much of the history here. I was comfortable here, even if I did feel trapped. I was in my zone.
It's hard to explain how changed everything feels, or maybe it's all the same and I'm the one that changed. Pieces of the landscape here are different with each successive visit, but not much. New businesses come in, old ones tank, babies grow up and more of the older generation pass on.
And as I gaze out the passenger window I realize as I pass these sprawling, snow covered fields and long isolated back country roads that this place will always be my home. It's dark here at night, and every star is visible in the night time sky. The moon hangs heavy in the deep sapphire blue of a frigid night and the only sound is the distant cry of a train whistle.
I miss summer. I miss standing barefoot in ankle high grass in only a breezy cotton shift with the moon lighting up everything and the warm breezes blowing. I live in the city, but a part of me will always be that midsummer sprite in the isolated country, staring skyward.
I went to go play pool with a few friends last night, just to be social and also came to the realization that for as much as things change, they still stay the same. I played pool in a desolate bar where the patrons had more hair than teeth (and not much of either mind you) and country music blared. As usual, some of the people said they'd show up and never did so, so it ended with my sister, Lesko and I talking about the most random things. I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if I stayed here and ended up dating one of them.
Woke up this morning freezing, and discussed tattoos with Jen. We decided on matching stars, hers in blue, mine in pink and we're going to get them tomorrow. I'm excited as I've managed to completely forget how much pain is involved. Woo!
Anyway, I'll be around, tinkering about in my old room and hanging out with people quick enough to grab some time. ;)
I had a few extra bucks in my pocket and on touchdown, Jen and I went on a small spree. I picked up a few things that would cost a small fortune in Boston without breaking the fifty dollar mark here.
As we ran around the streets of Owosso, I laughed about how much I missed just driving down these all too familiar streets. I know where everything is, every little shortcut, so much of the history here. I was comfortable here, even if I did feel trapped. I was in my zone.
It's hard to explain how changed everything feels, or maybe it's all the same and I'm the one that changed. Pieces of the landscape here are different with each successive visit, but not much. New businesses come in, old ones tank, babies grow up and more of the older generation pass on.
And as I gaze out the passenger window I realize as I pass these sprawling, snow covered fields and long isolated back country roads that this place will always be my home. It's dark here at night, and every star is visible in the night time sky. The moon hangs heavy in the deep sapphire blue of a frigid night and the only sound is the distant cry of a train whistle.
I miss summer. I miss standing barefoot in ankle high grass in only a breezy cotton shift with the moon lighting up everything and the warm breezes blowing. I live in the city, but a part of me will always be that midsummer sprite in the isolated country, staring skyward.
I went to go play pool with a few friends last night, just to be social and also came to the realization that for as much as things change, they still stay the same. I played pool in a desolate bar where the patrons had more hair than teeth (and not much of either mind you) and country music blared. As usual, some of the people said they'd show up and never did so, so it ended with my sister, Lesko and I talking about the most random things. I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if I stayed here and ended up dating one of them.
Woke up this morning freezing, and discussed tattoos with Jen. We decided on matching stars, hers in blue, mine in pink and we're going to get them tomorrow. I'm excited as I've managed to completely forget how much pain is involved. Woo!
Anyway, I'll be around, tinkering about in my old room and hanging out with people quick enough to grab some time. ;)