Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Clicking my heels . . .

House where I grew up
Originally uploaded by laner65
I've had to travel to Kansas unexpectedly to attend the funeral of a family member. This is the first time I've been back home since my mom moved away. I no longer have family in this town, so spending a few days here is a little strange for me. I decided today to take a little drive around my old stomping grounds.

Driving around, I saw the church my girl scout meetings were in, my elementary school (hasn't changed), my high school (changed a bunch), the house I grew up in (pictured here), the house I lived in when I moved out, and the house I lived in as a newly married person. Driving through the streets, I felt like a stranger, even though the streets themselves looked familiar and many of the sights I saw are just as I remember them - I don't belong here.

My home now is Texas. I can drive through these streets and find it recognizable, but it is almost as if I'm taking a virtual tour through a camera - I feel no connection, no need to reminisce, no feelings of wistfulness for a day gone by.

The Kansas has been taken out of the girl.

1 comment:

Valarie said...

Laney, thank you for posting this. when I was back in March I drove all over showing the kids the sights, and yet there was no real pull to move back. The only connection I have anymore is my mom thirty miles away, while I miss her a lot, not enough incentive to go back. Guess that makes it official, I am a Cali girl.