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June 23, 2005
Pining for Place
I'm off to the country to frolic in the woods, fight ticks and pee in the woods. It's the Swedish way. Then it's off to New York, then the Bay Area and back to home a month later. Now that I've moved, it's weird to go back. I pine for the place that I left but it doesn't exist anymore. Staying with friends is both trying and a treasure. A treasure because they are so warm and wondeful. Trying because I want to be able to say bye after dinner and go home, that place I used to live, in the drafty, falling down bungalow on a block between Happy Produce and the county library. But that's not home anymore.
Is that why some people travel so much? Looking for the home they've lost or misplaced? Maybe they can find it on the 7 River Art Road in Sweden. Click on no. 4 for a church-like artwork that anyone could worship.
Posted by Deborah Branscum at June 23, 2005 11:49 AM
Comments
I know that feeling well.
I sometimes pine for old friends, but it's not the people so much as the relationship we had at that time in that place under those circumstances.
Travel, I sometimes feel, isn't so much about looking for those old places and people, but looking for a place that feels like it could be like that again. I've been places I feel might be that place, but you probably can't really know until after you've left them.
tim
Posted by: Tim Holmes at June 23, 2005 06:43 PM