tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713943071879142158.post7083258225550624931..comments2016-01-13T14:15:05.880-05:00Comments on Catching Time: Little Pieces of HomeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918515950285886928noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713943071879142158.post-88837708296876929972010-04-27T16:17:00.732-04:002010-04-27T16:17:00.732-04:00Meg, you inspire me so much! It's strange to m...Meg, you inspire me so much! It's strange to me how often we find ourselves in the same places within our lives. We may be miles apart and have never officially met, but I feel like you are right here beside me sometimes :) <br /><br />Your descriptions of home really touch me, because I have that same bittersweet feeling about the shore myself. Each time that I have moved away from home, I've found myself craving that stillness that to me, only the shore seems to possess. <br /><br />I'm glad to see that you still find time once and a while to drive the backroads and to find the little pieces of home along the way. I think it's important to take yourself off the straight and narrow once and awhile and remember who you REALLY are.<br /><br />Much Love,<br />ResaResahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01958888863903176423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713943071879142158.post-54897195962793099152010-04-10T19:56:44.623-04:002010-04-10T19:56:44.623-04:00I love both your descriptions. It almost made me ...I love both your descriptions. It almost made me homesick as well! It is funny you wrote about being homesick because Wednesday night I went to a concert at Wolftrap. The singer is from Austin and I've heard her perform many times in Texas. I had such a wave of homesickness sweep over me...tears flooded my eyes...I feel ya, Meg. I really do.Katskiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08587746274831154471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713943071879142158.post-26426640775237910782010-04-06T18:32:08.785-04:002010-04-06T18:32:08.785-04:00The way I put it is that this spring feels a lot l...The way I put it is that this spring feels a lot like going home, except that home is coming to me.<br /><br />There are a million little things that remind me of the shore, and I'm happy to say that it's in life's tiny simplicities. I was walking today through Jenkintown to get to an on-site job, laptop bag on my back and box in arm, and the way the wind twisted, the sidewalks met the shops, and the feeling and smell of the air... I could've been in Onancock. Or, at least, the Onancock that I had recalled the last time I had been to the shore (which I think was when I saw you last).<br /><br />I think the shore has come to symbolize "the place from which we must escape," and the longer we stay away from it, the more we realized what was the place itself and what was our adolescent frustrations. Just like then, our time now is torn between our difficulties and the stray moments of endless peace that we find in letting go.<br /><br />Love the blog, Meg. You make me almost want to start one up myself.Erik Popenoreply@blogger.com