For the past week, I’ve been trying to figure out what to write about my family’s trip to Vermont (our annual pilgrimage to the mother-land).
Here are the points that I wanted to convey:
- I grew up in VT
- I no longer live there
- I did not appreciate it when I was there
- I miss it now
- Being in VT brings me a certain happiness that nothing else does
I’ve spent a week’s worth of commutes to and from work trying to decide what exactly I’d say…how I’d even start. Admittedly, I’m still in my post-vacay, “why the hell do I have to live in GA?”, pissed off at the world period, so whatever I wrote was probably going to be pretty jumpy and emotional. Don’t worry, I get like this every year.
The more I thought about it, the more one particular song ran through my head. First, it was the words….then it was the tune….and suddenly I couldn’t think of anything else:
When I die won’t you bury me
In the town where I was born
Most of my life I’ve been rambling free
When I die I want to come back home
Ever since I was a baby child
I knew I was born to roam
I had to climb to the top of the hill
Just to see what lies beyond
Now seasons change and I am still the same
I don’t belong to anyone
Still a piece of me will always be
Sitting in my hometown sun
In my time I have seen ten thousand setting suns
And I made my bed where I lay my head
And it never hurt anyone
It could be said that a girl like me
Ain’t nothing but a prodigal son
And just like that prodigal boy I’m gonna finish off where I’ve begun
Do I dream about moving back to Vermont? Absolutely.
Does living in VT look this good because I see it as unattainable right now? Probably.
Do I have doubts that I’d be happy actually living there? Yep.
Who knows what will happen. But one thing is for sure…a piece of me will always be sitting in my hometown sun.
(this is the view of my parents’ house if you’re sprawled on the grass in their front yard on a beautiful, sunny day)