Nameless Range
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I remember the way so many places made me feel when they were different and I loved them. I remember the first time I explored many of them, some with people and canines now gone. I remember being overcome with joy at their existence and my ability to be there on them. I remember hard days when knowing these places were out there was a salve for the soul, and being filled with gratitude at that fact. I remember telling myself to lock certain memories associated with them in, because the people I was having them with won't be here forever. I've always had that attribute, and remember having similar conversations with myself when I was a child: "Remember This". I've said it before- we love chunks of earth similarly to how we love people and dogs, and thus it follows that our mourning of their demise is also similar.
I'm a cheesy guy, and dramatic about first world problems, and I'm also a sucker for my own shifting baseline syndrome. But, my home's transition from rural to bedroom community between 1990 and today has been jarring. The population has doubled, and the folks who moved here, myself included, didn't build small houses, and didn't move here just to sit in them. I'm only 38. Just a hell of a thing.
Alright,thanks for humoring me.
I'm a cheesy guy, and dramatic about first world problems, and I'm also a sucker for my own shifting baseline syndrome. But, my home's transition from rural to bedroom community between 1990 and today has been jarring. The population has doubled, and the folks who moved here, myself included, didn't build small houses, and didn't move here just to sit in them. I'm only 38. Just a hell of a thing.
Alright,thanks for humoring me.
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