I was in the first class to graduate from the newly opened Fallston High School in Harford County, about 20 miles northeast of Baltimore. In my earlier years (till 2nd grade) we lived in the Rodgers Forge section of Baltimore, next to Towson.
I have lived in Colorado now longer than I've lived anywhere.
I suppose I'm innately a mover-along-- I was born on a Thursday-- but to me, I think, everywhere I have lived is home, for love or for avoidance or for both.
I loved reading that. There is something special about sharing child/teen years with a friend, even if we no longer live in that same place. It's as if for a little while, the mostly good parts of the old home come alive, all the while knowing that home no longer exists. I can't remember exactly when the shift happened for me. CT is home now. And yet, there are still ghosts of home in other places.
I grew up in a small mill town in Western Washington. After College I did the corporate gypsy thing with stints in Oregon, Arizona, Michigan and New Jersey. All of those places had their charms and frustrations, but the thing I missed most after family and friends was the references in local news to various places in the State. Outside of Washington the place names were anonymous. X vs. Y for the state HS football title, etc. Now we are back "home" in retirement and I find comfort in references to every place in the state.
"You can put up with a lot when you’re home." Oh, my heart! That is so true. I can't tell you when I stopped saying, "I'm going home," and started saying, "I'm going to Dallas," but it did happen.
Well said. Absolutely can relate as a 40-year resident of Connecticut, originally transplanted from Maryland.
Where in Maryland? (And go, Terps.)
I was in the first class to graduate from the newly opened Fallston High School in Harford County, about 20 miles northeast of Baltimore. In my earlier years (till 2nd grade) we lived in the Rodgers Forge section of Baltimore, next to Towson.
I enjoyed reading this.
I have lived in Colorado now longer than I've lived anywhere.
I suppose I'm innately a mover-along-- I was born on a Thursday-- but to me, I think, everywhere I have lived is home, for love or for avoidance or for both.
I'm also a Thursday child! If I wasn't changing jobs, I was changing domiciles.
Just lovely. Thank you.
Thanks for reading it.
I loved reading that. There is something special about sharing child/teen years with a friend, even if we no longer live in that same place. It's as if for a little while, the mostly good parts of the old home come alive, all the while knowing that home no longer exists. I can't remember exactly when the shift happened for me. CT is home now. And yet, there are still ghosts of home in other places.
What YOU said.
“Home songs me of sweet things
My life there has its own wings
To fly over the mountain
Though I’m stand in’ still…”
https://youtu.be/bThQZuecmXU
Great story!
God, how I love your writing.
I grew up in a small mill town in Western Washington. After College I did the corporate gypsy thing with stints in Oregon, Arizona, Michigan and New Jersey. All of those places had their charms and frustrations, but the thing I missed most after family and friends was the references in local news to various places in the State. Outside of Washington the place names were anonymous. X vs. Y for the state HS football title, etc. Now we are back "home" in retirement and I find comfort in references to every place in the state.
Ah. Lovely. And thank you for the compliment.
"You can put up with a lot when you’re home." Oh, my heart! That is so true. I can't tell you when I stopped saying, "I'm going home," and started saying, "I'm going to Dallas," but it did happen.
Come sit by me.
We are blessed that you came to CT and stayed! Love your writing! It’s the first thing I read every weekday! ❤️