I don’t make trips back to the place I grew up all that often… but some things never change.
The landscape is flat, flat, flat compared to the hills where I now live.
The ‘grass’ is tall and green and sweet – obscures the view and is the lifeblood of the community.
And the people never change… there are some I still love the same as the day I left, and some that I can (and do) live without…
It’s not home any more, but it is a place of memories.
