a decade in North Carolina
and a forever heart-broken kid to show for it
a decade in North Carolina
and a forever heart-broken kid to show for it
Do you think the NC you remember ever existed at all? Or was it an ideal that became “real” through distance and time?
“The moment some things are taken away,
they become paradise.” – Eden in Hindsight/Me.
Is NC your Eden?
Does it matter if it were real or not – if it exists/existed to you?
NC was who I was before depression set in and who I could’ve been if only I had stayed. It’s not the actual place (though I’m quite found of it), it’s the space it fills in my mind.
And so it is real to me, see? The meaning and impact is more important than anything else. The memory is the reality. The possibility is the reality.
i can understand this completely. i’m looking forward next week to heading to the coast of NC where i grew up but also apprehensive because of what my life was like there…
we’d welcome you back anytime 🙂
I think I’d die happy if I settled down in Wilmington.
for some reason i’ve never had a chance to go to wilmington. i want to! i feel that way about greensboro though. i loved it there.
The first time I saw ML topless was in Wilmington, where the tide tossed her around like she was a seashell and her swimsuit was a casuality. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard.
I have the same enamored feelings about Maryland, my adopted home. With my native state, Kentucky, I have a totally opposite dysfunctional love/hate relationship (mostly hate)…
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