I am living amongst the last days of my home in West Virginia. It is true that I will miss this place; the C&O Canal, the Shenandoah River, the Appalachian Mountains, the hidden country roads, the heritage festivals, and the cow pastures plotted every quarter-mile.
Despite common thought of West Virginia, I have come to love this place, and even though I am not a patriotic man toward one plot of land, I will always look back on it as my first home, my first relationship with earth's nature; the organics which nurtured my being. Cabins are plotted at high altitudes upon the mountains of West Virginia, so one may overlook its own grass.
Soon, I will gather the material objects I hold most dearly, and put them in the bed of a pick-up truck, and haul them to Massachusetts, New England, and start a new life. I'd like to dedicate myself to writing, where my first pursuit will be to complete a book and continue my love for poetry and fly fishing.
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With that said, if you would be so kind enough to share with me, I would love to hear about your home. Tell me what makes your home intimate to you, be it its weather cycles, season cycles, landscape, or simply the fact that you are a mere 3 minute walk to the coffee shop, your honesty will do.
a few moments please
