Writer's Block: No place like home
Jul. 14th, 2010 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I love the greenery. There is so much water here that trees are weeds. There are also native ferns and wild roses and tons of other plants that just... grow. Stick something in the soil (as long as there aren't any maple roots) and it will grow.
I hate the allergies that go along with the greenery.
I love fall. Here it is a glorious experience. I can see why tourists flock here at the beginning of October, but as I've lived here, I find that fall is best seen as a whole. I can't even recall what comes first, the maples or the burning bushes, but every stunning plant has it's day, even the oaks with their dull coppery leaves that shine against the darkened pines.
I hate the summers. Oh, do I hate the summers.
I love the architecture. Some of it is pretty classical, while some is just goofball ostentation. But taken en masse, it does evoke, well, a very New England feeling.
I hate the road structure and signage. GPSs were invented specifically for New England, I swear. Also the lack of bridges. Getting there from here is often a really, really long trek, simply because you have to go ten miles to get to a bridge. Bah.
I love my church. I like the congregation, too, but I really love the church itself. Perhaps this should go under the architecture love, but the architecture love is more about seeing the outsides of the buildings; I fell in love with my church only after I'd been inside it. It is open and friendly and so very bright, and yet very classical. I know it's changed quite a bit from when it was built in 1827 (the removal of the pew boxes being one of the lesser changes), but it still has a comforting and reassuring feel of something that has been loved for quite a long time.
I hate sleet. Especially as the slush builds up. Shoveling four inches of slush off the driveway is hard work, although the payoff is seeing it curl. But the payoff is not enough to endear me to it in any way, shape or form.
I love icicles, though. Yes, ice storms are bad, but I had never seen everything covered with droplets of clear ice before I moved here, and I had no idea how magical it is to open the blinds and see rainbows coming from the trees. The confluence of rain, ice and sun is pretty rare, but it's magical when it occurs.
Come to that, I'm finding quite a bit of love for the snowy winters. Rarely are they so cold you can't get out an enjoy them - though dressing appropriately is always necessary - and fresh snow is such a beautiful thing.
I don't have any other hates, actually. Not that are specific to my town and region.
I have lived here long enough for it to become my home, and therefore dear to me, but at the same time, this is probably the second worst place I've lived. Indianapolis was way worse in just about every single way, however. But it's hard to compare this to previous places because they are all so different. There are no Edens of perfection (though there might be a few hells), but every place I've lived has had at least three redeeming features. Even Indy.
I love the greenery. There is so much water here that trees are weeds. There are also native ferns and wild roses and tons of other plants that just... grow. Stick something in the soil (as long as there aren't any maple roots) and it will grow.
I hate the allergies that go along with the greenery.
I love fall. Here it is a glorious experience. I can see why tourists flock here at the beginning of October, but as I've lived here, I find that fall is best seen as a whole. I can't even recall what comes first, the maples or the burning bushes, but every stunning plant has it's day, even the oaks with their dull coppery leaves that shine against the darkened pines.
I hate the summers. Oh, do I hate the summers.
I love the architecture. Some of it is pretty classical, while some is just goofball ostentation. But taken en masse, it does evoke, well, a very New England feeling.
I hate the road structure and signage. GPSs were invented specifically for New England, I swear. Also the lack of bridges. Getting there from here is often a really, really long trek, simply because you have to go ten miles to get to a bridge. Bah.
I love my church. I like the congregation, too, but I really love the church itself. Perhaps this should go under the architecture love, but the architecture love is more about seeing the outsides of the buildings; I fell in love with my church only after I'd been inside it. It is open and friendly and so very bright, and yet very classical. I know it's changed quite a bit from when it was built in 1827 (the removal of the pew boxes being one of the lesser changes), but it still has a comforting and reassuring feel of something that has been loved for quite a long time.
I hate sleet. Especially as the slush builds up. Shoveling four inches of slush off the driveway is hard work, although the payoff is seeing it curl. But the payoff is not enough to endear me to it in any way, shape or form.
I love icicles, though. Yes, ice storms are bad, but I had never seen everything covered with droplets of clear ice before I moved here, and I had no idea how magical it is to open the blinds and see rainbows coming from the trees. The confluence of rain, ice and sun is pretty rare, but it's magical when it occurs.
Come to that, I'm finding quite a bit of love for the snowy winters. Rarely are they so cold you can't get out an enjoy them - though dressing appropriately is always necessary - and fresh snow is such a beautiful thing.
I don't have any other hates, actually. Not that are specific to my town and region.
I have lived here long enough for it to become my home, and therefore dear to me, but at the same time, this is probably the second worst place I've lived. Indianapolis was way worse in just about every single way, however. But it's hard to compare this to previous places because they are all so different. There are no Edens of perfection (though there might be a few hells), but every place I've lived has had at least three redeeming features. Even Indy.
