i wonder how the town sleeps tonight...
maybe the two don't feel the same at all, maybe i feel the same in both cities... and maybe it's the feeling of belonging, a sort of sense of being home away from home.
i'd hardly admit it a year ago, but edgewood feels like home completely. there's something about pulling into the driveway at home... pulling off my socks and shoes and trampling through the green and faded grass in my big backyard... it will always be home. the sirens don't sing as frequently there, and it's only a block away before you get to a farm or two... or ten. edgewood. it's exactly how it sounds, too: you drive to the very end of federal way, through all the trees and the forgotten land that started to turn into amusement parks and junk-yards... something like saying "here's you last shot before you drive into the country," (it's hardly the big wide-open and graceful-empty like the alma, georgia harvey talks about... but it's home). i have my garden at home- the one my mom and dad and i worked on this year- the pumpkin patch we re-located several times, and the herb garden that's taken over any chance of success for the plants around it. it's great. i don't have that here. i don't have that in seattle. my heart is starting to ache for it a little bit, and i don't know if it's going to be there forever. maybe this is homesick.
but seattle feels like home, too...
the same way that lakewood felt like a makeshift home.
i can belong in both these places, but my roots are clearly planted in a town at the edge of a city where the woods end and the farmland begins. county fairs begin at the other end of the city limits... and then...
and then i start to wonder where i will be when i finally grow up.
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