Sunday, July 19, 2015

Memories of Home - Part II: What happened to the 7-Eleven?

It turns out when I say you should come back here and read something the next day that I really mean in a couple of days. I'm admitting to you that if I don't write something down or do it immediately (10 seconds later) that I'm going to forget. I must remember to do things as soon as I say I will.

That brings me to the last post, Memories of Home - Part I, I do remember what I was thinking and feeling when we moved to Maryland (Centreville!) from New Castle, Delaware. I was absolutely less than thrilled.

I had never been the new girl before and as it turns out it sucked. Not only was it horrible being the new girl at school, but outside of the school walls it wasn't that great either.

One of the first things I noticed about living in the country is the absence of 7-Eleven stores and the inability to reach any store without having to get in a car (or spend about an hour on a bicycle). The first time... uh, for that matter the second and third times as well, I asked my mother to take me to the store she said no. She was not about to drive "all the way back into town" to take me to the store.




The 18-year-old me.
Fast forward a few or so years later when I could drive myself wherever and whenever. As it turns out the countryside is beautiful. Riding down the back roads or traveling down the highway was an experience akin to going on a road trip or taking a mini vacation. I graduated high school and not too long afterward I left Centreville to enter the Air Force. I was stationed in Upstate New York, but despite the difference from the small town I could still feel bits of home when I drove down long, divided highways that were lined with trees on each side. With the windows down and my eyes on the road it seemed like I was roaming the roads of MD.

Here in the South, Georgia to be exact, the heat is more intense and the roads are busier, but every once in awhile I'll be driving down a divided highway with few cars in sight. The windows may be down, and there are trees lining each side of the road and for a very brief moment I return to the second home I knew while growing up. 

I don't know if I'll post anything here tomorrow, but I will be looking out for comments so be a dear and tell me what you think. Also, share memories of your home.