Why is it now a novelty, a Ripley's Believe It or Not- type phenomenon, to know people who have grown up and lived and died all in the same town; all in the same place. I've met people who departed this world less than five miles from where they first entered this life. People who wouldn't have wanted it any other way. As a wanderer and a person with more residences in my life than I care to count, I am fascinated by people who stay put. I don't think I was meant to say put. I think I was meant to live in all of my residencies, I wouldn't have been satisfied residing in Kansas after college; I needed to explore. Wanderlust is a weakess and a strength.
And now my exploring has brought be back, here, about an hour from where I was born. And all I can think sometimes is how lucky I am. How lucky that I get to come back here. I get to experience the same dusk that I experienced as a child. The light that gently stretches in my room at 8:00 is the same tone, density and feel as I recall it being 25 years ago. This is satisfaction.
Blogs of Note
About Me
- Karoline
- Here you'll read musings of a forty-something woman trying to find sense and make sanity. Writing for pleasure was a casualty of my PhD years. Academic writing killed a lot of my inspiration and joy for the written word. Some of you followed my grad life as I clung tooth and nail to some semblance of sporadically managed blog. Many of you who've known my past writing and poetry still ask about it. Even though I mumbled some excuse about not having time to write, your inquiries were gentle reminders of what I have to share and that people want to listen. So, here is my new blog, six years in the making: The Tao of Karoline. I'm not out for clicks or traffic. I'm not giving advice, or cultivating "my personal brand"; there's enough of that in the world. I'm just writing...because I enjoy it, again, finally...and thought some of you might too.
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