On Saturday I left the house early and alone. I had a few places I wanted to visit by myself. The first place on my list was my Pepaw. I have to say, maybe I am biased, but his plot in the cemetery is really lovely. It may be the best spot in the whole place. It is at the top of a hill, has a tree for shade, and is perfectly angled to watch the sun rise.
After that, I went by my old house. (Yes, I stopped and took a picture, but it is okay...I know the people that live there now.)
After my house I headed back downtown, and to the most iconic of Albany images, the courthouse.
|This was taken later that night, after dinner.|
I was married on the courthouse lawn in the gazebo.
Because it was homecoming, I also took a quick trip up high school hill.
It is crazy how a trip home can stir up memories that have been dormant for years. I thought about Senior Club and the haunted house we put on to raise money, One Act Play my junior year (we did The Diviners), learning how to ski out on the lake, and roller-blading around the courthouse and down high school hill. I thought about my teachers, my classmates, and the 100's of other people who showed up to support us as we grew. I remembered selling donuts at the stop light at 5:00 in the morning, and people actually stopping and buying them from us. I thought about Fandangle, and the chill I still feel the last two weekends in June knowing that Prairie Land is being sung.
I harbor the dream that someday, somehow, I will get to go back home for good. Until that day, I have my memories to sustain me.