We head back up to North Carolina for a week tomorrow. There is something about crossing the state line from South Carolina and feeling like I’m home. I miss Winston-Salem, and the nostalgia sets in every time that I drive through the main entrance to Wake’s campus. The feeling of home is much more than being at Wake, walking to classes, or spending the weekends walking with Anna to Reynolda Village through the woods.
North Carolina is where I became who I am. Though I lost myself for a while, I have recaptured that feeling, and I long to be back in the Piedmont, or even back to the mountains. I know I will feel the same fulfilment of longing that I feel every time I return, and I know that I will feel heartsick to leave in the new year.
For now, though, in my mind, I’m going to Carolina.
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