Saturday, April 17, 2010
The Signs Pointing Home
After a long night of traveling, I love nothing more than seeing the signs on the road that point to home. The exit numbers changing, getting closer to my own. And of course, my favorite sign: the sign with my hometown plastered all over it. Thursday night, Shanna came to campus and we made the three-hour journey back home. Goosebumps overwhelmed me as I read the sign for our exit. I was home. Though the house was out of clear view, I was still home and that is all that mattered.
When we entered the town square, I was reminded how much I love this place. The Square, to me, is the most beautiful place in the entire world. And I know that might seem like an exaggeration given I have not been many places, but nothing can compare to the quaint shops and the glorious court house with its amazing clock tower. Something about the square gives me joy no matter what time of year it may be. And the further I am from it, the more I long to see it. The more I wish I were walking around, enjoying the sunshine, watching children play, or grabbing a nice lunch at one of the restaurants on the corner, or getting a freshly-baked cupcake from the bakery.
I have spent so much of my life in the square with friends or by myself. It is home. Nothing else could compare. And while this town continues to grow, and trees are cut down to build pointless strip malls or gas stations, it is in the square where everything feels the same and where I am comforted after being away for too long.
Signs are a powerful thing--whether they be signs from God, Allah, or the devil; signs pointing to a hot spot where the teens like to loiter; or signs pointing to a long-awaited destination. Signs show a person where they want to go and where they are headed. I have just a couple of weeks left before my spring semester finally reaches an end, and I cannot wait to make the trip again just so I can see all the signs as I get closer to home once more for 3 months of summer vacation. I have plans this summer and personal projects I want to start. And just as where everything ends, it will all begin here: home.
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