Homesick

Recently I've been missing home so much.  Richmond has so many memories.  I was raised in Richmond and spent 18 years of my life in that town.  I never started traveling until after I left for college.  The farthest I went before was to the country, as I called it, to visit friends on a farm.  Only about 1 1/2 hours away.  My life revolved around this beautiful town.

I close my eyes and I see my elementary school and the Children's Museum that we used to visit on field trips. 

This was my favorite exhibit.  The cave that you could crawl through and experience what an actual cave would feel and look like.

 

I see my middle school where I first took "woodshop".  I couldn't believe that was one of my electives.  My Daddy who worked in upholstery was so proud.

 

 

Of course my high school where so many precious memories were made...pep rallies, senior days, Friday night high school football games, mall night....

 

 



Times in Richmond seemed so simple.  Yes, there were rough patches, but it was a time when I felt just this feeling of belonging, if that makes sense.  It's difficult when your culture is surrounded in one area and then you're placed in another.  I remember the complete culture shock when I moved to DC for college.  Everything was so fast paced, traffic was crazy, so many people seemed rude and I felt lost.  I missed the less traffic, southern kindness, slow paced living. 

Now, I am grateful for leaving Richmond, because if I did not then I never would have met Ryan.  Ryan has changed my life and is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I am honored to be his wife.  However, there are times now that I wish I could go back.  We could drive or arrive to my favorite train station...

It's incredible how one place, one city, one zip code can leave such a sense of wonder.  I miss Richmond.  I miss home.