Hometowns
Of course, I am sort of doing it a bit half assed, because I know I am only here for 4 months . . . but still, I meet up with a group of old friends once a week, and only once has someone bothered to bring someone new. And the word 'bring' is optional . . . the two guys were probably going to be there anyways. What is with that? I like meeting new people. I invited the new guy again, and now they think I am after him. Hell, I wait until I almost know them to chase them . . . and my version of chase is pretty sad anyways.
Carly has posted some beautiful pictures of Smithers on her blog, and talks about how the place feels for her . . that's the way I feel about where I live, to a lesser degree. My parents aren't from here, and it makes a difference that I can still notice. But I still love the feel of the land, and I only really feel how much it means when I live away from it. My neighbourhood is half farms and half houses with big plots full of trees, and in each direction towards the highway or the town, there are farms and trees all along the way.
When I live in an urban area, I miss the trees. Even in Germany, I missed the trees. I missed the feeling that, if I just walk out the door and keep walking, things will get more wild and wooded. There, you go over a hill away from the town or village . . . cross an autobahn . . . and hey, there's another cute village or teeming city. And I was in Bavaria, one of the more agricultural areas! I need that feeling of SPACE.