I have been asked if it was a sacrifice to leave the classroom. It was and it wasn't. You see, leaving the classroom to work in the library was an easy decision. I begged a little for it and worked a little for it and couldn't be happier with my choice. I love the books. … Continue reading What I Miss Most
Nostalgia
The Last Time
Graduation time. A perfect time to reblog this post.. With a few edits 🙂
Sunday Football
It is Sunday, which means a family pancake breakfast, maybe even with bacon, always with orange juice. After our breakfast off to church. Sometimes, sometimes we don't bother, there were months and years that we didn't bother, instead, we laze around a bit, perhaps make a half-hearted attempt at the homework we have put off. … Continue reading Sunday Football
Home
Mist obscured mountains. Shades of gray. Pinpoints of treetops, water slate, sky slate. This is home. A ferry cuts through the water, bright lights in the darkening sky. Trollers home from a long day at sea, headed for the marina, the dark shore across the narrows. Lights from the docks beckon. It is time now … Continue reading Home
Hiraeth
A few years ago a cousin of mine posted a meme of a vocabulary word on Facebook. Hiraeth: A homesickness for a home which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for lost places in your past. I almost didn't read it, but when I did, it … Continue reading Hiraeth
Teacups
Afternoons with my grandmother were spent sipping tea. Hot tea, no matter the weather. Tea from delicate, beautiful and oh-so-fragile teacups. A cube or two of sugar, the lovely sound of metal ag… Source: Teacups
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