We spent some time in Wisconsin yesterday. This photo really captures something that I feel about “home,” or where I grew up. There is a “homeliness” but also a sens of melancholy that perfectly evokes what I think of that place. It causes conflict in me because I want to both move back there and embrace it –the school bus, the mini bikes, the smoke, the horses, yet get as far away as possible from there by running away and screaming.
In particular the holidays evoke this melancholy nostalgia in me. I’m sure it’s a cliche. Doesn’t everyone feel this way? No matter what, you can’t get back what you had when you were younger, but when we’re young we could care less about all the effort those adults go to to make it something special.