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A hometown is where your soul sets on fire.
You may have heard stories of an amazing experience your friend had while travelling, or maybe a family member might have just got back from their vacation with amazing stories from a town that they absolutely loved (and this would obviously be before our new-world order with covid19 travelling restrictions), or perhaps there is something about travelling to a specific country and exploring it that is appealing to you. You might feel at home in a town you were born in. For some of us there is really no denying that a hometown is not always a town we were born in to call it home, nor a town we moved to at some point in our life. Sometimes that town is a place, where for the first time, your soul sets on fire.
By Jovana Dejanov5 years ago in Wander
The Village Of Tijeras
Located 6,322 feet above sea level, The Village of Tijeras (which in Spanish means "scissors") is located about 15 miles East of Albuquerque. 15 miles doesn't sound like a whole lot of distance, but it was enough that I had a completely different experience growing up than any of my high school friends.
By A.N. Walts5 years ago in Wander
Northville
My introduction to the town next door- Just 10 minutes from the town where I grew up is the city of Northville. I’d often go visit my friend Susan who lived there for many years. On one such occasion I went into the downtown area and saw the latest children’s theatre production announced on display on Northville’s historic 100-year-old "Marquis Theatre" that said; “Alice In Wonderland.” As a photographer I immediately had an idea. I would ask Susan to drive my car with her dog Maggie in the front seats while I took some wide shots as we travelled around the block several times. I was picturing the two of them in my little car driving into a magical place which I would emphasize and highlight by hand-painting the town, complete with the “Alice & Wonderland ” signage while keeping the vehicle black & white in the final print. Susan drove around the block about 5 times while I stood in the back seat holding the roll bar so I wouldn't fall, as I clicked away grabbing the shot I was visualizing in my mind. At one point, Maggie moved her paw into the foreground near the gear shift. Through my lens it looked as if she was co-piloting the vehicle! That’s when I knew I had my shot. I titled the photo “Follow My Bliss,” a favorite quote of mine from the late author Joseph Campbell.
By Kathleen Thompson5 years ago in Wander
Vanishing Point Chicago
Yearning for Chicago I am torn, at home in two places. I wrote these lines after completing a pastel drawing of a sunset. I was a teenager whose friend cancelled plans, and I was not brave enough to venture into the city by myself. In short, I missed out on going to Venetian Night in 1999 because I was too chicken to take the train and go alone. Living in rural Crete, my real home was in Chicago; I longed for the adventure of city life.
By Ami Watanabe5 years ago in Wander
Albuquerque, New Mexico
ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO There are so many reasons why my hometown, Albuquerque, New Mexico, is so special to me. I find Albuquerque contributing so much towards my heart and soul. The landscape is beautiful! It is recognized as one of the most culturally diverse cities in the country. It is abundant in art and beauty. It also happens to be filled with some of the best food in the entire world! You’ll never go hungry!
By Sarah Nicole5 years ago in Wander
H<3ME
What is home? For me, home is not simply a specific place, it’s more like a compilation of landscapes paired with familiar mannerisms; the feeling of wholeness following the overwhelming realization that all is right in the world, even under imperfect circumstances. Home is both the bittersweet feeling of nostalgia, and the deep breath exhaled when all of your worries seem to melt away.
By The Wayward Writer5 years ago in Wander
A Siren Call
I don’t know how to swim. I guess that’s something I don’t share unless it’s called for because most people my age do. Like most kids growing up, I only ever stepped foot in the water with a flotation device or by staying in the shallow end. Reaching high school, I would recoil at the thought of having to learn how to swim while as far as I knew, every single student in my gym class already knew how. I mean, sure, I’d have the occasional revelation of being in a situation where the ability to move in water was necessary. And even though it actually is something I should know how to do for certain emergencies, treading water didn’t exactly sit right with me.
By Kirsy Massiel5 years ago in Wander
The Town That Time Forgot
Through the back roads of Pennsylvania, large dilapidated buildings are scattered along the sides of the desolate highway, surrounded by tall white ash and yellow birch trees. Further along this road, a white-tailed deer grazes in a wide-open field with her fawn, seemingly unphased by the occasional passing commuter. With buildings beginning to fade into the background, massive pine trees overtake any available view from the car windows. Only miles away from the destination, familiar old homes start springing into view along with the 20-year abandoned market that once housed delicious soft-serve ice cream and an array of fishing bait. More familiar the land becomes as the tiny town of no more than 6 shops situated in antique style structures is passed through, and a peaceful at-home sensation sweeps over.
By Hope Byrne5 years ago in Wander
A Small Town in a Flyover State
It’s easy when you’re hometown is set in the mountains or on the coast. You’re blessed with the beauty of nature every day. If you grow up in the city, you get to enjoy the lights, the skyscrapers, and the endless choices of things to do and people to meet. When you grow up in the fields of a flyover state, what do you have?
By Brooke Hash5 years ago in Wander
