It's no secret to readers of this blog that there are two places in this world that lay claim on my heart, and I am writing from one of them. We arrived Wednesday afternoon, and I as drove across the Green Mountains I had this strong sense that I was coming home. My family of origin finds it perplexing that a southern born and raised girl like me would be most at home in this state far, far to the north, but in fact I do feel very much at home here, and have since I first set foot here for a job interview twelve years ago.
The weather has been absolutely perfect since we arrived--warm but not too hot, sunny with just enough breeze. LD#2 , whose apartment I am staying in, lives in the city where it is possible to walk many places, and I've really enjoyed that. Rehearsal night festivities included a cruise on the lake, and it was incredibly beautiful.
I am so full of nostalgia and longing. I knew that when I chose to go off to seminary, to follow my call to ordination, that it would mean leaving this place. Being in the city that I came to love so much made it much easier to be away from here. But now I am living in a place that doesn't feel like home to me, that I don't always like even though it is a beautiful place sought by many. I've long prided myself on being adaptable, on being able to live happily where ever I found myself, and I want to do that now. But my heart is pulled to another place.
2 comments:
My Southern people don't understand my love for Maine, but I know the sigh of joy and relief I breathe when I cross the bridge from NH means something! Enjoy your time in the Green Mountains.
I have the same sigh whenever I cross the Piscataqua, Songbird.
It's hard to live somewhere that isn't home, Rev. Dr. Mom. But perhaps you will get back there someday?
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