Today on my way to the the temple I met a couple who are here for a vacation who are from North Carolina. They're from a tiny town just a few miles from a small town where my family lived for awhile (where I never really lived because I was in school, but I did visit). It was so wonderful to visit with them. I immediately knew they weren't from here because they looked at me and smiled when I sat on the bench with them. And then we started visiting and it was just delightful. Delightful because they were friendly folks with lovely accents. But especially delightful because we shared a knowledge of places and history and other such things that I'm cut off from generally. I got off the bus practically floating; called my mother and was so excited I was practically yelling. It took a good hour or so in the temple before I calmed down from it all. Random strangers, you might say. But no, they're neighbors. And oh, they felt good. I may never live there again, but there will never be another state that feels the same to me. North Carolina (specifically rural, beautiful North Carolina) really is home.
Who knew I was so homesick for N.C.?
1 comment:
I'm glad you got to visit with them. Do Northeasterners really not smile or make eye contact w/ strangers? NC is a beautiful state. When we were in Cherokee and Asheville and in between I thought of you a lot.
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