Friday, April 22, 2011

Here Is Where I Am

This week, I haven't really been HERE. I've been ... here:



Here feels like home. It's where my parents live. Rural Indiana. I love this place.



I didn't grow up in that little yellow house on the hill (we lived on the opposite side of this pond when I was in middle school and high school, but my parents built the yellow house in the last ten years). Still, it's like a refuge, a place to rest.


Plus, there's interesting yard art.



I live in Metrowest Boston now, and culturally, I fit pretty well there. But part of me will always belong here.



It's full of places that mean a lot to me, out-of-the-way hiding spots only a few people know about (and yeah, this is a graveyard, but I've always sorta loved it there).



Next week, I'll be back in my life, but right now I'm here, where things are messier but quite a bit simpler.

Do you have a place like this? If so, where is it, and why does it mean so much to you?

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Have a great weekend, everyone!

20 comments:

  1. I grew up on a 5 acre wooded lot. It was wonderful. I'd spend hours out on the trails I'd made, just listening to the birds and looking for deer. I miss that place. I wish I had something like it now.

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  2. I lived on the beach for 30 years. To say I miss it is an understatement. I don't think I'll ever really feel whole again until I live near the ocean again.

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  3. I've lived all over the place (four different countries), which includes small towns (Basingstoke, England) and huge cities (Houston). Each have special (and no so special) memories for me.

    Now we're lucky to live on the edge of our mid-sized city (million people), were nature is part of our neighbourhood. The place looks simliar to these pictures (and I love it). :D

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  4. AWESOME pictures! It's nice to have an oasis to retreat to. ;)

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  5. That place looks simply wonderful, Sarah! I grew up in a small country town (5 thousand people), and spent my childhood riding bmx bikes, climbing trees, and building cubby houses in the nearby bushlands. Kangaroos would literally jump down our street in the mornings!

    As a teenager I used to get home from school, saddle up, and gallop out to my boyfriend's house. I married that guy, and we now have 2 gorgeous children. I sometimes get sad that they'll never have the sort of life we had, growing up. We now live in the city (Adelaide, South Australia), where it takes F-O-R-E-V-E-R to drive ... ANYwhere, and costs a fortune to keep a horse. Life was so much easier in our small town.

    Honestly, the main reason I'd love to get a publishing contract is so that I can buy some property and get some of that lifestyle back, for our children. I like the peace and quiet. :D

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  6. Loved this - I am so into place. I have a place that means the same sort of things to me - well two really - where I grew up - just outside of metro west Boston - where it starts to be somewhat rural again - it was more so 30 years ago - and has become more and more inhabited since. (Although I lived there fifteen years ago) And the other is the town in which I lived before I was married - the town where my novel takes place in the rural hills of Western MA. I love how place can mean so much

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  7. i kinda think any place that was a childhood stomping ground has this kind of reminiscent wonder. they were the places we first imagined and created worlds, and were unashamed to play within them and populate them with our friends. so, chicago will always hold this kind of magic for me.
    but more so does norman, oklahoma- where i was born and spent the summers living with my grandparents. there's just something about the red dirt and horses and cotton farms that smells like childhood innocence. too bad the place has been so developed in recent years...

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  8. What lovely memories you have of growing up. It looks beautiful.

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  9. my hometown in connecticut still feels that way to me. I love it there. Great pics!

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  10. I grew up in northern Illinois. There were plenty of places just like those photos. Do I miss them? Sure. But the place I really miss exists no longer except in photos and memories. My great-grandfather and grandfather built a family cabin the woods of western Wisconsin when my dad was a kid. Papa (grandfather) had to sell it a few years ago. Neither Dad nor I were in a position to buy it. And now, it's gone. Not just out of the family, but the person that bought it, turned around, sold the land, and it was clear cut down. It was a clearing of stumps and dried grass last I saw it. Last year, my brother was driving by the house he and I (and our dad) grew up in. He took a picture with his phone and sent it to me. The house: gone. Replaced by a giant hole in the ground. Apparently someone bought it and took the house down intending to put a bigger house on the two-acre lot. Someone filed an injunction or something, and the house was never built. What a waste.

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  11. hi miss sarah! wow i love all those pictures. i could see how it could be real relaxing being there and not worrying bout stuff. for sure i could like to swim in that lake. im glad youre having a nice time. see you when you get here and not there. :)
    ...hugs from lenny

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  12. That graveyard could spark a novel or two.

    Glad you're finding such balm to your soul. My place is by the ocean--I didn't grow up near it, but my in-laws have a house on the Pregon coast, and it always breathes new life into me.

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  13. There are little haunts and bits of wild wooded areas where I grew up in Maryland that I'll always adore. Thanks for showing us a bit of you...hope you had a good week there!

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  14. Bwahahaha! That's a pic of the road I couldn't cross! Did you take those with your phone? (And finally find a way to get them off) I still can't get mine off!!!! ARGH!!!!

    I'm glad your trip home has been a good one for you.

    ~JD

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  15. I love that place. Though we live in Chicago, we spend a lot of time in downstate Illinois on about 60 acres of timber just relaxing. Mushroom hunting, catching frogs, playing in the creek, it's all part of the balance for us. I can take the city, the people, the noise and the congestion as long as we have that world to escape to now and again:)

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  16. sigh. Yes, I do. And seven years ago we moved to it. And this summer we'll move away--to Indianapolis, no less! But that's a gorgeous place, and I think it's wonderful to visit and get recharged.

    Have a wonderful weekend~ :o)

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  17. What a gorgeous place! I don't have a similar place except maybe home. Good ole home, sweet home. No amazing views, but lots of memories.

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  18. Lovely place. Nice pictures. Enjoy your retreat :-)

    Doris

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