I spend yesterday in my hometown.
I drove by my old house, walked the downtown streets, visited an old favorite local store, hiked one of the coolest trails at the state park. I drove past my old school, my old church, and the library where as a child I spent countless hours devouring books. I walked through the downtown square where "concerts in the park" were held. This town holds so many memories, mostly good, some bad.
As we pack up to leave this place I feel sadness rush over me. It is strange. I have a huge lump in my throat and an ache in my heart.
And as I try to analyze my sadness I realize that maybe it has something to do with me wanting a place to call home. I'm not talking about just a house, I already have one of those. I'm talking about the whole shebang. A town, a community, a church who really knows me, loves me, and encourages me, a neighborhood of friends.
I always feel guilty when I say this...but I think that moving several times as a child really had an effect on me. As a result of my nomadic life I have not felt secure. I miss my old towns and rarely go back to see them. It's as though once my family would move away that place was just erased...gone.
Anyway, I hope I am able to work through these feelings further. I know that driving out of town is going to be difficult and I honestly didn't expect that it would. I guess I've learned a thing or two in the name of self-discovery this weekend.
Our old house-
The library-
Hiking at the local park-
The beautiful scenery-
6 comments:
The places at your hometown look very nice. I enjoyed to see the photos.
I know how you feel. When I went back to visit my old town I felt the same way. But living in my new area, it's just living. I'm comfortable in my home but the environment doesn't have the feeling of home. But I think once you have your child and they start growing up in their "home", you will find yours.
xo anastasia b
What a gorgeous home town! I understand how you feel! I want a community, too. I mean, I am living where I grew up but for some reason, it just doesn't feel like home! So many changes over the years can probably attribute to that. But what a gorgeous place.
Oh sweetheart, I totally understand this. More than you can imagine.
I felt this same way most of the times I've moved. Until this move. After I went to visit my family and came back to TX this summer, I told Barry that I felt like this was our home. That I finally felt like I belonged here. I love our church family and our friends. I love our little community. Just being a part of this place has made all the difference. It took me three years to get to this point though. It will happen for you!
the photos are beautiful... i also feel nostalgic everytime i went home and pass by the places i and my friends used to hangout.
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