Hometown

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I can close my eyes and still see the majestic pine trees in the Haven’s yard.  Standing still, I can feel the wind blowing gently over the land and through the trees rustling the pine needles.  I can smell the sweet smell of the soil after a rain.  If I try hard enough I can feel the warmth of the sun upon my face and arms and hear the wrens chirping as they fly to their nests. There just isn’t another place on earth as wonderful as my hometown.

If it was so perfect then why did I leave?  I have thought about this for the last 40 years.  The only answer I can come up with is that I didn’t see what was before me.  I hungered for change and adventure.  I wanted to see what was out there in the big wide world.  I didn’t see that the whole world was right there in that tiny town.  Age has had a way of making me look back and comparing the two worlds.  I now see that they aren’t so different.