I had a conversation with someone from Michigan a while back, and I see now that in my mind’s eye when he said he was from MI I pictured urban blight. I don’t think I realized that that’s where my mind went at the time, it was just a generic impression. Then another recent photography acquaintance began adding pictures of MI onto her Facebook page. Lovely rural scenes from the Upper Peninsula, and I wish I’d seen those images before I had that conversation, I’d have handled it differently.
Something about that conversation brought up memories for me, and I have gotten myself homesick. For what exactly though? My people aren’t in MA anymore, except my sister on Cape Cod. Nope, they are in NY, PA, and NH. And Charley, residing with his relatives at Green Mount Cemetery, in Baltimore. So when I last headed north a year and a half ago I had expected a sense of being footloose and fancy free, flitting from one house to another, leaving the dogs at my son’s house where they would be happy and well taken care of. Of course the distance between everyone’s homes was further in reality than in my daydreams. And, as people do, there were schedules and obligations that had me racing back and forth from one house to another. No flitting for me.
And the timing couldn’t be worse for being homesick, not when we have just barely begun the best nine months of the year here in Florida. I’m sitting on the lanai writing this, at 5 AM, and it’s 69 degrees out. I’ve been hearing a rooster crowing, an interesting addition to the traffic noise that I’m also hearing. We had a mild winter last year, so mild that someone at the pool said that they never put the ‘bubble’ on it last winter. And, she said, that they aren’t expecting to put it up this year either. I’m not sure how they could know that but it’s fine with me. So I’ll stay put for now, but I’ll keep daydreaming about escaping the heat next summer. Heading north to ‘my’ people. And I’ll plan on doing a lot of flitting!