I was bored and its a Sunday so I decided to make light of what time I’m spending in my hometown and drive around the county. As sad and derelict as this place can be, I can say with some confidence that this area still has some of the prettiest stretches of country I’ve ever seen.
Its so rough and quaint at the same time. There are still towns with stretches of green in between. There are few housing developments, just properties strewn throughout or clumped together in villages along dips in the road. The horses are a little scraggly, the field furrows aren’t completely straight and cows still drink from creek beds along the stretch.
There isn’t a lot tying me down here anymore, but I realize that I’m one of those people who do have a strange love for a particular patch of earth. I understand people who see home in a certain hillside. I’ll be heartbroken the day I no longer recognize it.
P.S. I’m pretty sure I essentially write the same post about this every time I’m home, but it always hits me whenever I need it most.
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