Lately I’ve been singing the Beatles again, surely you know how it goes?
“…all my life, though some have changed.
Some forever, not for better.
Some have gone, but some remain.
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall…”
Today I am feeling just a little bit sad. We received the first “parting gift” today. It was from our Sunday school class at church. It made me realize that somehow, we managed to form some sort of attachment here. It’s really a testimony to how welcoming the people are. I’ve talked about my detachment a little bit before, it takes quite a bit to penetrate that hardened “I’m only living here for a few years” mentality that I have developed over the past 10 years.
With our house now under contract, I am mourning a bit the loss of the place where my daughter had so many “firsts”. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to stay here. In fact this is low on my list of places I would ever like to return to. This town doesn’t even have a Target and don’t get me started on the lack of culture (unless you count the redneck cultural experience that is the Piggly Wiggly). But I will never be able to say to the dutchkid, “I first saw you walk for the first time right here.” Having spent my childhood in the same town, almost the same house, it has been hard to come to that realization.
I’ve had terribly itchy feet for the past 6 months and it’s definitely time to go. However, I have to begrudgingly admit that as much as I love it, the nomadic life does get to me sometimes.
