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Where is Your Heart?

On another post, my brother and I were talking about growing up as Air Force brats and how his choice had changed our lives and shaped our personalities.

As a child I often felt as if I didn't belong and I attended numerous schools. I was born in England and lived in Florida, Nebraska, New Hampshire, West Virginia, and New York. When people would ask, "So where are you from?" I never knew what to say. Both of my parents were born and raised in West Virginia, so we spent glorious summers there.

This is what I wrote to my bro:
My love of mountains comes from WV, my feelings of belonging are rooted there as well. It is where my heart is tugged and my daydreams flow. Growing up, that is where I always wanted to be and I felt cheated that I couldn't be there. It is the home of my heart.

    QUESTION FOR YOU: WHAT TUGS YOUR HEART? WHERE IS YOUR HEART RIGHT NOW?

 

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marjorielight
Jun. 3rd, 2009 09:11 pm (UTC)
How fortunate that you have been able to live in such a great spot for so many years!
ex_kmessner
Jun. 3rd, 2009 01:53 am (UTC)
Interestingly enough, Lake Champlain feels more like home to me than the town I grew up in ever did. It was a nice, safe place to be a kid but I always had a funny sense that it was very temporary...that I belonged somewhere else.

There is something about the lake and the mountains that says home to me now - especially after a trip to the city. I'm always looking forward to coming back here where there's more sky available.
marjorielight
Jun. 3rd, 2009 09:14 pm (UTC)
Your view of Lake Champlain is one of the most serene I've seen. The pull on your heart from the sky, the mountains, and the lapping water must be strong - I can see why it wins over the concrete!
philia_fan
Jun. 3rd, 2009 03:14 am (UTC)
My heart belongs to New Mexico. When we moved to Boston I was homesick for years. Now I like it well enough here, but I'm not in love with it. When I lived in New Mexico, I was in love. Whatever else was happening in my life, my entire 12 years there, I was madly in love with the land. I still am. I love my mountains and the smell of ponderosa, the storm clouds building up in improbable shades of purple, the brilliance and closeness of the stars at night, the red earth and the deep, warm blue sky, horned toads and mountain bluebirds and the sharp, clean taste of the air, yellow aspens and purple asters, sun in January and snow in June, cold nights, silence in the wilderness with no road noise, rainbows spanning the wide open sky, rock formations, space to breathe, a wild peace that reaches deep inside me.

Not to mention green chile, the food of the gods.
marjorielight
Jun. 3rd, 2009 09:21 pm (UTC)
What a beautiful description of your land...it brought me back to my trip out West and so aptly painted a picture in my mind of that gorgeous expanse of land. Thanks!
patty1943
Jun. 3rd, 2009 03:46 pm (UTC)
My heart in in Maine, on Lake Thompson (East Otisfield). I (at 65) am 3d generation summer-people. We went for 10 weeks every summer and it was the home of my heart. We moved every 4 or 5 years and switched schools a few times with each move till the parents were satisfied... I was so shy it really killed me.
The smell of the Maine woods, the lake when it is blue black and rolling with whitecaps (a blue norther-wind from the north), cold clear water, swimming to the big rock and diving off, rowing the 18 foot Amesbury dory with two sets of oars. I got the big ones because I was the captain of the pirates. Chipmunks. Mice. The smell of a wood fire in the morning. Making popcorn in a pan with oil. Fizzies. Living in a bathing suit. Long paddles on our 18 foot plywood surfboard...
marjorielight
Jun. 3rd, 2009 09:24 pm (UTC)
What heavenly summers for you - perfection. My brothers were born in Maine, so I know the land of your heart. I have such fond memories of picking sweet Maine blueberries from the scrubby bushes growing in the sandy soil. Now I need to go back.
wordsrmylife
Jun. 3rd, 2009 07:36 pm (UTC)
Wow! That explains why the Adirondacks are a good fit for you.

Mountains tug at my heart, too, and I am lucky enough to be living in the place that caused that. I was born in Vermont and grew up here, before leaving to go to college (good decision), spending a year in the burbs of Mass. (we were in love, so it was a good decision, but a miserable place to live), grad school in Vermont (good decision), a year in Vienna (city and mountains; most excellent decision) and 2.5 years in the state of Misery (well, they spell it differently, but that's what it was). I need near-by hills, I need green space (lots of parks in Vienna), I need people who let you be, but come to accept you over time. I need a place where non-conformists and eccentrics are accepted, and the pace is a bit less hectic. Twenty years ago we moved back to Vermont and we intend to stay here for the rest of our lives. It's not perfect but, as Frost said, "I don't know where it's likely to go better."
marjorielight
Jun. 3rd, 2009 09:27 pm (UTC)
You are right - the people make the difference! That is one of the main reasons I love Vermont - not only are the mountains beautiful & the skiing divine, but the people are accepting of others. I'm glad you made it back to the home of your heart!
matt_medic
Jun. 5th, 2009 06:27 pm (UTC)
my heart
My heart is in the mountains of Afghanistan with my former comrades, the paratroopers of the 4th Brigade Combat Team, 82nd Airborne Division. They are going back to Afghanistan this month after returning from a 15 month deployment in April 2008. They will be gone for at least a year.

This summer I will be at my home enjoying the freedoms they protect while they fight our enemies abroad.

Google the name Zack Tellier, read about him.
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