Day trip to visit traveling Rving friends.
Traveling back to our through places that you lived brings back lots of memories. From 1983 to 2003 I lived in worked in Belair Maryland, Harford County.
It was a growing community. Having been gone for twenty years, that growing community has changed so much that it's not even like going home... It's a completely different place. Seems like 90% is unrecognizable with so many changes. I struggled to find familiar landmarks and places that were so much a part of my life. New roads, New housing, New businesses... And the trees and growth of the green areas changes the appearance of everything. It's like driving through a completely different unknown town. Not sure if it was good or bad... But it left me feeling that some of my personal identity was lost to history.
In contrast, the area I grew up in from the 1950s to the 1970s was well established already. Going back there 50 years later, not much has changed... 90% the same. Only older, and sorry to say, more run down and neglected.
So there's the two extremes. One growing so fast, everything new, and virtually unrecognizable after 20 years... And the other, the only changes is the decay, everything run down, and now tarnished from my childhood memories.
It will be nice to return home to the farmlands of central Virginia, near the small town of Culpeper, where growth is slow and nature is still the dominating part of the environment. Close to the Appalachian mountains, Shenandoah National Park, and the country life. Peaceful and serene where very little changes. Where you can sit outside and all you hear is the wind in the trees and the birds. There's the occasional airplane, once or twice a week, and if the wind is blowing the right direction, you can hear the whistle of a distant train, perhaps once a month. Yep, peaceful... nature... and very little changes.
It was a growing community. Having been gone for twenty years, that growing community has changed so much that it's not even like going home... It's a completely different place. Seems like 90% is unrecognizable with so many changes. I struggled to find familiar landmarks and places that were so much a part of my life. New roads, New housing, New businesses... And the trees and growth of the green areas changes the appearance of everything. It's like driving through a completely different unknown town. Not sure if it was good or bad... But it left me feeling that some of my personal identity was lost to history.
In contrast, the area I grew up in from the 1950s to the 1970s was well established already. Going back there 50 years later, not much has changed... 90% the same. Only older, and sorry to say, more run down and neglected.
So there's the two extremes. One growing so fast, everything new, and virtually unrecognizable after 20 years... And the other, the only changes is the decay, everything run down, and now tarnished from my childhood memories.
It will be nice to return home to the farmlands of central Virginia, near the small town of Culpeper, where growth is slow and nature is still the dominating part of the environment. Close to the Appalachian mountains, Shenandoah National Park, and the country life. Peaceful and serene where very little changes. Where you can sit outside and all you hear is the wind in the trees and the birds. There's the occasional airplane, once or twice a week, and if the wind is blowing the right direction, you can hear the whistle of a distant train, perhaps once a month. Yep, peaceful... nature... and very little changes.
