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Sep. 4th, 2009 04:20 pmAssuming we leave on time, I've got a little more than an hour left in this particular part of the world. Sixty six minutes, we can call it.
I am, of course, politely terrified. Because I'm serious when I say that I really truly don't intend to ever LIVE in Columbia again. I'll visit, sure. But not the sort of complete move-in that I've been doing.
Yesterday, I spent the morning wandering around and saying goodbye. I skipped one --the park on the left. I've got the time to go say goodbye now, but I almost like it better like this. As a "see you later." It is, after all, where I grew up. More so than any other spot on the paths system, moreso than my one place that is mine alone, more so than anything else there ever was, that playground has watched me age.
I think it approves of me.
For all the vitriol I spew, Columbia was a really wonderful place to grow up, and it's really all because of the paths. The paths and their woods and the playgrounds. Places to run around, places to sled, places to play silly kid games and silly teenaged games. The tree under which Veronica and I would lie for hours just talking, the swingset of synchronity, the equipment for playing blind tag.
The whole thing is a long long chain of memories. Here is where Chris hugged me close and special, here is where I slipped and fell for capture the flag, here is where Veronica and I dammed the creek, here is where I had a moment of sheer badassary. Here and here and here and there, and dammit, they've captured fifteen years of my memories, I have to have some affection for them.
So, goodbye Columbia. Good luck, take care of yourself. I'd love it if your grew into a place a grown-up could live in, but that's not happening, and honestly, that's okay.
You were, for this child, perfect.
~Sor
MOOP!
I am, of course, politely terrified. Because I'm serious when I say that I really truly don't intend to ever LIVE in Columbia again. I'll visit, sure. But not the sort of complete move-in that I've been doing.
Yesterday, I spent the morning wandering around and saying goodbye. I skipped one --the park on the left. I've got the time to go say goodbye now, but I almost like it better like this. As a "see you later." It is, after all, where I grew up. More so than any other spot on the paths system, moreso than my one place that is mine alone, more so than anything else there ever was, that playground has watched me age.
I think it approves of me.
For all the vitriol I spew, Columbia was a really wonderful place to grow up, and it's really all because of the paths. The paths and their woods and the playgrounds. Places to run around, places to sled, places to play silly kid games and silly teenaged games. The tree under which Veronica and I would lie for hours just talking, the swingset of synchronity, the equipment for playing blind tag.
The whole thing is a long long chain of memories. Here is where Chris hugged me close and special, here is where I slipped and fell for capture the flag, here is where Veronica and I dammed the creek, here is where I had a moment of sheer badassary. Here and here and here and there, and dammit, they've captured fifteen years of my memories, I have to have some affection for them.
So, goodbye Columbia. Good luck, take care of yourself. I'd love it if your grew into a place a grown-up could live in, but that's not happening, and honestly, that's okay.
You were, for this child, perfect.
~Sor
MOOP!
