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The last four paragraphs of Weetabix's October 12th entry made me cry a river just now. I am not sure if it is because I am a country raised Midwesterner who has been out of my element for so long that I can just now really appreciate and miss it, or mabe because I just spent the weekend building personal bridges that had almost been burned. Nothing like being clad in layered cool weather clothes and tall leather boots breathing the crisp cool air and loving everything about Autumn in southwestern Ohio. Perhaps I am just a bit overly tired and nostalgic. Either way, she says it perfectly. I don't know why I am so anxious to leave the places I have been but miss them so much when I get tired of where I am. I think my problem is I am never really home no matter where I go. Or maybe I am just at home everywhere, but just for a little while. Can't go back to Rockville.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 14, 2002 at 01:12 PM