even though i've been in georgia now for over half my life, i will always call this place (washington) home. whenever i arrive here, it's like i breathe a bit easier. the familiarity uplifts me. the nostalgia drugs me. the comfort of this place i call my hometown is indescribable.
nature. trees. grass. cool weather. rainy. clouds. beautiful skies. snow-capped mountains. wildlife. outdoor recreation. moss. even slugs.
it's hard to put into words what home does to you. i thought eventually i'd lose the passion for coming here, that it wouldn't affect me so much after so long. but how could i ever not miss this place?! it's beautiful and mystical and hauntingly green and lush and fresh. the culture of relaxed natures and coffee drinkers. the arts and the mix of people. it's not that it's superior to any other place. it's more the fact that it's where i come from. it connects to a deep part of me that will never go away. i wish we could spend some time living here so that our family could have some roots from here, too. that i wouldn't feel like such a fish out of water so much of the time. just some time to come and swim for awhile and loosen my gills. then anywhere.
i'm the kind of person that can make do with whatever is given to me. i'm a chameleon. but home never leaves you, no matter where life takes you. it's a gift i love to dwell on.
Dear Sadie.
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