via subwayphilosophy right here on the wordpress.
“The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant — and let the air out of the tires.”
Oh, you. Seriously, though?, I believe she may be right on this one. Certainly my parents lit out of their hometown as fast as they could. I, on the other hand, not only romanticize their hometown but truly believe that I have never been happier anywhere other than the town in which I presently live.
I have found myself returning to this “home” again and again to live as an adult because I feel genuinely that my eyes are offended by sights other than the ones I love so well here (country drives, quiet campgrounds, familiar trees and rocks in the middle of fields off the highway — these are like guideposts for exploration of my own soul) and the companionship of familiar places and faces; what interests me is that friendohs who have lived around here longer than I and never much anywhere else seem to take toward my town the same attitude my parents did to theirs: can’t wait to leave, consider it bougeois, boring, etc.
I don’t know if it is so much a case of familiarity breeding contempt as it is of inconsistency bringing longing for roots.
How sad that got. I’m sorry.