“Ever since I’ve been home, I’ve reminiscing about my life. I’ve been back several times before, but this time, I see things differently.” She laughed at herself, “I used to think this place was so confining, nothing happened,

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“Ever since I’ve been home, I’ve reminiscing about my life.  I’ve been back several times before, but this time, I see things differently.” She laughed at herself, “I used to think this place was so confining, nothing happened, there was no adventure, nothing of import and when I moved to New York, I was awed at first.  Sure there was a constant buzz of activity and you could spend every day somewhere doing something. But there were always crowds, never a moment’s silence or peace. As time passed, the thrill of the big city became mundane and “noise”. Coming back here has reiterated how beautiful life is, how still, how gentle how enjoyable having people know your name and wave.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” he playfully lifted a hand and waved.

“Smart-ass.” She bumped him with her shoulder.

“I came from Philly and it was similar.  Large crowds, busy, cold.  Great place to start out but I’m glad, although that’s a pansy-ass word for it, delighted to have found this little hamlet.  It’s given me a home, a life, a purpose and friendship.”

“I take it you figure on staying permanently?”

“That’s the current plan.”

“It’s funny.  I have an amazing apartment in New York with a lovely view, close to restaurants and the buzz of the city, but now I’m not so sure I want to return.  I can write from anywhere and here is good.”

“They have the kid events tomorrow and I’m helping out with the wheelbarrow races, you interested in helping out?”

“Yeah, sure.  I haven’t done that in years.  Oh my god, I remember Jimmy Barlow cheating to win.  He veered into me and knocked me down.  I was so mad!”

“We’ll make sure there are no Jimmy Barlow’s this year, right?”

“Yeah,  you bet cha!”

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