Homesick.

[Wrong Element]

I'm living far from home, and I am feeling a little homesick. If you are missing a special place, would you like to share it?

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Those lupines look very familiar....

 

[GeorgeWalker]

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[Queersetti]

I'll FedEx you some whoopie pies and a six pack of Moxie.

 

[MelissaBaby]

I'll FedEx you some whoopie pies and a six pack of Moxie.

Cool! Could you throw in a bottle of Allens?

 

[Queersetti]

Cool! Could you throw in a bottle of Allens?

I could, but under Maine law, that would mean I have to try to fuck you, and well, that's not going to happen.

 

[MelissaBaby]

I could, but under Maine law, that would mean I have to try to fuck you, and well, that's not going to happen.

It always did before, but I understand.

 

[LIVINRFANTASIES]

Denny

This is a typical view from the dunes of a beach I lived about a 15 minute drive from in Florida. These days I'm very far from a warm water beach, ocean or otherwise. I never surfed, but the rhythm of the waves was always relaxing.

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Could be any beach along the east coast. To us it was just below Turtle Mound at the Federal nude beach south of New Smyrna Beach. Even though we lived but miles from the Gulf we drove the 150+ often to lay and walk those east coast Florida beaches.
In truth, the white sands of the Panhandle are nicer.

Now we are 1033 miles north east in corn country. It's not Indiana but there's corn everywhere.
What's amazing is we lived in Florida for the past 23 years and hated Illinois. For health reasons we are two days from being home again a full year.
The only real beaches near are the muddy Illinois river or nearly 200 miles to those great shores of Lake Michigan.
As much as we hated Illinois we see so much natural beauty now that we are back. We just have to get out of town to see it. Much like Florida, you have to leave the tourist traps to find La Florida.
Every state has beauty. Find it.

 

[Queersetti]

It always did before, but I understand.

You can take the girl out of Maine, but you can't take Maine out of the girl.

 

[LIVINRFANTASIES]

Dollie

Indiana has some beautiful places and I'm lucky enough to live in Indianapolis (which is huge so good luck to the stalkers who try to hunt people down). But it is very conservative and lacks culture. My parents went out of their way to ensure my sister and I weren't effected by that aspect of Indiana. And my sister and her husband just moved to CA this weekend and I already miss them dearly. Cannot wait to see them soon.

I flashed at the Indy Speedway. Indiana Dunes is a great place. Lots of nice campgrounds and covered bridges in Indiana. Also a nice nudest park in the NW area.

a whore in a Las Vegas brothel said the same thing to me
she wanted an extra hundred for a plane ticket

What she does in Vegas should remain there bro.

 

[GeorgeWalker]

I'll FedEx you some whoopie pies and a six pack of Moxie.

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That reply was really funny!

"It was hilarious!"

 

[Saint Peter]

Home is where the heart is.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Hey, you're missing something, bro!

Incomplalt.

 

[Wrong Element]

Now we are 1033 miles north east in corn country. It's not Indiana but there's corn everywhere.
What's amazing is we lived in Florida for the past 23 years and hated Illinois. For health reasons we are two days from being home again a full year.
The only real beaches near are the muddy Illinois river or nearly 200 miles to those great shores of Lake Michigan.

I'm going to take a wild-ass guess and say that the banks of the Illinois River don't resemble anything the average person would consider "real beaches."

 

[Equinoxe]

Home is where the heart is.

That's true. Home is inside a human rib-cage.

 

[Freudian_Slit]

Sometimes it's the sounds and smells you miss the most.

Loons. I want to hear loons.

We didn't have loons, but we did have gulls and pelicans and sandpipers. The sandpipers were fun to watch dart back and forth from the water's edge. There's something powerful about the olfactory sense. One whiff of sunscreen, and I feel transported back to the beach.

 

[MelissaBaby]

We didn't have loons, but we did have gulls and pelicans and sandpipers. The sandpipers were fun to watch dart back and forth from the water's edge. There's something powerful about the olfactory sense. One whiff of sunscreen, and I feel transported back to the beach.

Wood smoke.
Low tide.
Pine trees.

 

[OldJourno]

I've lived in a number of locales, some more scenic than others. What I miss, though, are the people I knew at those places and what we did together.
All are specific phases of my life.

 

[pink]

Home is where the heart is.

This is why I'm moving back to the pacific northwest in the fall.

 

[HisArpy]

Wood smoke.
Low tide.
Pine trees.

The smell of Kelp and the bark of seals. The sound of water sliding past the hull. The creak of sails and rigging on a still misty morning as you head out of the harbor.

The deep thump thump thump of hoofbeats in the fog on a cool winter day. Soft breathing as he comes around again to start trotting in the other direction. That zinging flick of a tail in irritation because he wants to go back to breakfast instead of work. Soft commands that only you and he can hear. The arch of his neck. That flick of his ear as he listens. And obeys.

The sound of bike tires shushing on the pavement on a long downhill glide. The sound of your breathing, heartbeat loud in your ears as you climb the next hill only to coast and glide again.

The stillness when you're in the middle of a wilderness and the closest human is 25 miles away. The realization that help will never reach you in time if you need it so you better be ready to help yourself. The understanding that life is short and precious while you stand under the stars in a camp on a lonely ridge looking down on nothing but blackness stretching away into infinite distance.

Yeah, homesickness sucks. It's worse when you still live there and can't do those things any more.

 

[Que]

Your version of main seems entirely different than what I recall. Blueberry fields, rocky beaches, andre the seal, the waterfront shops, old seacaptain's houses with widow walks atop, barely adequate sledding hills, the unfortunate inland breeze from the fish cannery.

I have other memories of other places.

The warm afternoon rain in Lousianna alond with the lazy paddlewheeled steamship, the ferry, penny candy at the ancient druggist in Mississippi across the river.

The sand, stickers, and bees on the California playground. The smell of hay, stacked in bales.

The beauty and treacherous conditions of Connecticut ice storms. Dad taming a pickaxe to sheets of ice to move them off the sloped, gravel drive so he could get the car from the basement garage up to the road.

I miss the mine when it rains. The pure, adrenine rush of hurtling down the deserted mountain last at end of shift, in the dark, blind with mud-encrusted headlights, trusting in good night vision. Jogging a couple of oxygen-starved laps around tbe truck at 6,400 feet. Learning to drink with bemused compadres.

Tucson is close enough I should go. For the food, for the people, for the random conversations with strangers.

 

[MelissaBaby]

The deep thump thump thump of hoofbeats in the fog on a cool winter day. Soft breathing as he comes around again to start trotting in the other direction. That zinging flick of a tail in irritation because he wants to go back to breakfast instead of work. Soft commands that only you and he can hear. The arch of his neck. That flick of his ear as he listens. And obeys.

The steam that comes off his back on a cold morning.

 

[MelissaBaby]

Your version of main seems entirely different than what I recall. Blueberry fields, rocky beaches, andre the seal, the waterfront shops, old seacaptain's houses with widow walks atop, barely adequate sledding hills, the unfortunate inland breeze from the fish cannery.

I have other memories of other places.

The warm afternoon rain in Lousianna alond with the lazy paddlewheeled steamship, the ferry, penny candy at the ancient druggist in Mississippi across the river.

The sand, stickers, and bees on the California playground. The smell of hay, stacked in bales.

The beauty and treacherous conditions of Connecticut ice storms. Dad taming a pickaxe to sheets of ice to move them off the sloped, gravel drive so he could get the car from the basement garage up to the road.

I miss the mine when it rains. The pure, adrenine rush of hurtling down the deserted mountain last at end of shift, in the dark, blind with mud-encrusted headlights, trusting in good night vision. Jogging a couple of oxygen-starved laps around tbe truck at 6,400 feet. Learning to drink with bemused compadres.

Tucson is close enough I should go. For the food, for the people, for the random conversations with strangers.

It sounds like the Maine you know is the Maine that most people from away see, the coast. I love the ocean and the coastal towns, but there is much more to the state than that.

 

[Lancecastor]

if I move to the Pacific Northwest or West.

luk has competition?

 

[Saint Peter]

That's true. Home is inside a human rib-cage.

I love what you have done with the place!

 

[pete]

It sounds like the Maine you know is the Maine that most people from away see, the coast. I love the ocean and the coastal towns, but there is much more to the state than that.

all that i know about maine i learned from stephen king.
seedmsw like a lovely place to visit.