I read stories like this and it almost makes me feel “Alien”. I suppose I’ve always longed for a “Normal” life, whatever that is. I am a Military Brat. Raised with an older brother and a younger sister, with essentially no roots, but that never occurred to us at the time. I suppose we just thought moving every couple of years was how everyone lived.
I do love knowing that this wasn’t everyone’s life, while still feeling as though I have lived a very blessed life. Yet, somehow I miss never having had those roots. Thanks for sharing.
I can somewhat relate. After my grandmother’s farm, my parents took me back, and we proceeded to move to several different states and go to several different schools before landing back in Indiana in eighth grade.
Listen… I was having a terrible day and reading this just eased my heart so much. I grew up very far away from where I am now. I miss it. You describing all those details, all the places all the memories, made me think of all the places I know just like that. But that is no longer my home, and I’ve had the wrong perspective. I don’t need to yearn to go back, I just need to build something like it. Something that my children get to remember fondly, vividly, just like me.
Reminds me of my grandparents farm and how I did this same thing but sadly it didn’t end as well. You are blessed. I still drive by there when I need to get my mind right it’s on a dirt road and you can park for hours without seeing another car but it is now an old house without windows or doors that cows use for shade
I read stories like this and it almost makes me feel “Alien”. I suppose I’ve always longed for a “Normal” life, whatever that is. I am a Military Brat. Raised with an older brother and a younger sister, with essentially no roots, but that never occurred to us at the time. I suppose we just thought moving every couple of years was how everyone lived.
I do love knowing that this wasn’t everyone’s life, while still feeling as though I have lived a very blessed life. Yet, somehow I miss never having had those roots. Thanks for sharing.
I can somewhat relate. After my grandmother’s farm, my parents took me back, and we proceeded to move to several different states and go to several different schools before landing back in Indiana in eighth grade.
Listen… I was having a terrible day and reading this just eased my heart so much. I grew up very far away from where I am now. I miss it. You describing all those details, all the places all the memories, made me think of all the places I know just like that. But that is no longer my home, and I’ve had the wrong perspective. I don’t need to yearn to go back, I just need to build something like it. Something that my children get to remember fondly, vividly, just like me.
So vividly written that I felt I was along on the ride. Lucky Emily. Lucky you!
Reminds me of my grandparents farm and how I did this same thing but sadly it didn’t end as well. You are blessed. I still drive by there when I need to get my mind right it’s on a dirt road and you can park for hours without seeing another car but it is now an old house without windows or doors that cows use for shade
This was a beautiful read