i might have hit the nail on the head with the baggage post, but i can totally relate to the selling of the family home. after my first year of college, my parents sold the house we built when i was four years old. to this day, i’ve never been to their new homes. it’s certainly an odd feeling. good that you were there for them though. and that they stayed for the entire move.
I remember a hundred lovely lakes,
and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir
and cedar and poplar trees.
The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk,
opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.
It has given me blessed release from care and worry
and the troubled thinking of our modern day.
It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life
thins my blood and benumbs my brain,
I seek relief in the trail;
and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn,
my cares fall from me
- I am happy. -- Hamlin Garland
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i might have hit the nail on the head with the baggage post, but i can totally relate to the selling of the family home. after my first year of college, my parents sold the house we built when i was four years old. to this day, i’ve never been to their new homes. it’s certainly an odd feeling. good that you were there for them though. and that they stayed for the entire move.
By: copasetic fish on June 4, 2007
at 5:33 pm