TransplantTransistor

[th_08]

All of the sudden it comes back to me, the memory of the smell of a place, and I'm back there--in the back yard, toeing a soccer ball in evening light with a cigarette hanging from my mouth. I am fifteen

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[thehauntofships]

nova scotia is a treasure from a distance, housing memories and vague recollections of feeling at home. i miss it most when i want a big backyard for laying in the grass, or when i want to walk through snow-filled streets at dawn.

it has this weird semblance stored in our brains to represent peace and stillness and homecoming...being there, though, i'm just as lost as i'd ever been.

[th_08]

i think newfoundland will be my new nova scotia, or maybe more rural parts of nova scotia. when i wrote that, i was thinking about living in earltown. i would live there today if i could. it is isolated, gray/dead yellow (the grass & barns), with long, long gravel driveways and wood burning furnaces. the house i am thinking of is huge, surrounded by neglected, dilapitated farm buildings and sheds, where i once went out to hang my laundry and marveled at the universe as my clothespins blew away and i fell over in the wind, over and over.