Home?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iStrSEG3KQQ&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8LdcUmwXrs&NR=1
So the first week of August I'm going "home" to Northeast PA for the first time in 3 years.
As I said in the previous post even though my Mother's family has been there since the 1700's, it never felt like my home - like I belonged there. Of course living in a place like Las Vegas I still feel little sense of connection despite having made friends , volunteering and working here for almost 8 years.
The one refuge I used to love at "home" was the woods and the Delaware River. I could retreat there and be away from everything. The Colorado River does not give me that same draw - that same sense of peace. Yet the desert here strangely does. It's vast openness gives me a sense of peace yet power and isolation, yet freedom. Nights are mostly clear yet summer storms and lightening are beautiful and fierce.
Despite that I still have I feeling I belong somewhere else, somewhere different and I don't know where or why. It is not a sense of unfulfillment or lack of accomplishment. Heck I have the dream job and have done quite a few things people at home said I'd never do. I just feel I haven't come home yet. I have no reason. It just is.
How is it, in 112 degree August heat, I am feeling a Winter of my Discontent?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8LdcUmwXrs&NR=1
So the first week of August I'm going "home" to Northeast PA for the first time in 3 years.
As I said in the previous post even though my Mother's family has been there since the 1700's, it never felt like my home - like I belonged there. Of course living in a place like Las Vegas I still feel little sense of connection despite having made friends , volunteering and working here for almost 8 years.
The one refuge I used to love at "home" was the woods and the Delaware River. I could retreat there and be away from everything. The Colorado River does not give me that same draw - that same sense of peace. Yet the desert here strangely does. It's vast openness gives me a sense of peace yet power and isolation, yet freedom. Nights are mostly clear yet summer storms and lightening are beautiful and fierce.
Despite that I still have I feeling I belong somewhere else, somewhere different and I don't know where or why. It is not a sense of unfulfillment or lack of accomplishment. Heck I have the dream job and have done quite a few things people at home said I'd never do. I just feel I haven't come home yet. I have no reason. It just is.
How is it, in 112 degree August heat, I am feeling a Winter of my Discontent?