Sunday, January 15, 2006

There's No Place Like Home

I don't bitch about Ft. Wayne as much as I'd like to. I try to respect the people who live here and naturally all the people who live in this area. I have even found that Ft. Wayne has some really cool things going for it, like the Hyde Brothers Bookstore. W., who pointed it out to me, is from Boston and moved to FW two years ago. He says the Bookstore weighed heavily in his decision.

And I'm certain that girlfriend had a lot to do with it too. But, the girl is gone and the bookstore and W. remain. As we drove around he helped me try and find my way more efficiently than that which I have developed. There is something weird about trying to get around this town. The streets change names like there is no tomorrow. If you are told to go out State, it suddenly becomes Maysville. Hobson becomes St. Joe. N. Coliseum is at the East end and the East side is really the South side. Speaking of which, I never can tell where N., S., E., And W. actually are!! It's incredible. W. tells me that it is because there are no landmarks. No landmarks? He's right, my only source of direction when I am lost is the downtown buildings, that is if I can see them. Coliseum stretches around the city like a watermelon rind...it is no help. The expressways totally ignore and bypass the downtown area.

Dave asked me one day, while we were smashed together in our cell of an office room, (four of us in such a small area that the temperature rises to 89 degrees within moments of all of us in there) what I missed most about Kentucky.

Without hesitation I said, "It is much more aesthetically pleasing."

"I don't know what that word means" he replies as he leans towards Matt, "Do you?"

"Sure", Matt says not lifting his head from his computer.

"It means it appeals......to the aesthetics." I told him, being a smart ass.

It means, I can drive from my little town towards Lexington (10 miles to the East!! because you drive directly into the sun in the morning) and see a huge castle perched on a large rise, surrounded by a monstrous wall and cows grazing in the fields surrounding it. Several minutes later I am passing the renown ivy covered stone walls of Keeneland Race Track. Across from it is the Bluegrass Airport, with its extended runway and newly painted breathtaking mural, a mirror of the horse farms surrounding it. Complete with bronze statues of horses. A few yards more there is the famous Calumet Horse farm with its legendary white fences...hundreds of miles of white fences....and white barns with the red trim. And real Thoroughbreds grazing in the fields. Across from it is the exotic animal farm, where there is no telling what sort of large animal you can see grazing in their fields.

I have driven that road so often in my lifetime that I could almost do it blindfolded. I have an indelible memory if it etched on my brain,that I can immediately transport myself into a spring drive down US 60, with the dogwood trees in pink and white blossoms and daffodil's springing to life heralding in the new season.

I lived in Louisville for almost 10 years and loved that city too. It was 50 miles from home, so it was not like I was on the other side of the country.

I have lived in Houston and longed for home. While I was there the people told me that there are only two states, no matter where those people reside, they consider Kentucky and Texas "home".

I tried Tampa for awhile. I was not ready for that. Paradise can wait till I am retired.

Every time I moved back home.....it was a sort of defeat. But goodness gracious, was there ever an upside.

There is no place like home.

("That's just my opinion , I could be wrong. Let's have pie.".....Dennis Miller)

8 comments:

beths front porch said...

Mary, I often yearn for places I've lived (like daily). They come to represent something else for me, at times - adventure, openness, diversity. Here I am in Bowling Green, Ohio, where they define the word "flat" by seeing if an object fits snugly against the ground. I'm afraid BG has come to represent how flat my spirit feels, at times!

That being said, the Hyde Brothers Bookstore sounds worthy of a visit (i'm only 1.5 hours away). I love your description of it! --Beth

Lisa :-] said...

I misses out home in Illinois for years, and there was nothing all that "aesthetically pleasing" about it. It was just...home. But I love Oregon. I would hate to leave it. Talk about a beautiful state...

Lisa :-] said...

Damn, I can't type today! And, apparently, I can't proofread, either!

jennifer said...

I do SO visit. ::pouting::

I'm just a really lousy commenter.

I would bitch about Ft. Wayne too if I lived there, which I won't because it's too big. Go north this summer. To Auburn. (You went to ACD last year, didn't you?) Then go further north. Angola. If you love antiques and beautiful small towns - WOW. And the lakes. They're glacier lakes and they're stunning! But not in the winter.

Paul said...

Places can be aesthetically pleasing with the ocean? I'd never thought of that.

Unhinged said...

Yep. I know exactly what you mean, Mary. I still long for Fort Wayne's familiar (wonky) roads and all of the places I know how to get to blindfolded.

I don't miss the weather, though.

gigi said...

Oh, the irony ~ just when you're posting about how much you dislike Ft. Wayne and love Kentucky, Andi is posting about how much she hates LA and misses Ft. Wayne! I guess what they say is true; home is where the heart is ~ the beloved familiar, no matter where you're from.

The are days when I miss New York... :)

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