Nostalgia

I've been gone from New York State for almost nineteen years, but sometimes, at the strangest moments, I miss my home.   Though I was anxious to leave and knew in my mid-teens that I liked the western part of our country, I find that I think of home and wish for it more as I get older. 


I miss the lush greenery of the Adirondacks in the summertime, when simply stepping outside is an experience that awakens the senses.  I can smell the pine trees and feel the warm humidity on my skin, and I wish for it even though I know I don't like it. 


I miss the peaceful serenity of my childhood home.  The porch wasn't screened in when I was home;  I'd like to go back and sit there, on my Nanna's old wicker furniture, with a good book and a cold drink.



I miss the beautiful, plentiful lakes, rivers, and streams, surrounded by evergreens.  There is nothing similar on the high plains of Colorado!



And for some reason, as I get older, I miss my brother more.  There are too many years between us. As an adult I've discovered how passionate he is about some things, how funny he is, and how much I enjoy being around him.  And I wouldn't mind a little more time with my parents, either. 

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  1. Candi15 April 2011 at 09:07

    Sometimes i feel the exact same way. Growing up I loved PA I was never a homebody and loved to travel. I love it out west too but as the years go by, I just miss the atmosphere out there. The beautiful trees and green! Even the eastern attitudes sometimes. haha

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