Where do you belong?

[cloudy]

I feel completely out of place where I live. I have a smidge of a southern accent, but no twang like those that have lived here all their lives. I have seen more of the world by the time I was ten than most of these people will see in their entire lifetimes, and I'm one of the few women around that is college-educated, so you could say I'm a little bit odd to them.

Home is Santa Barbara....always has been, always will be. I fit there.

 

[Donsehan]

Originally posted by cloudy
I feel completely out of place where I live. I have a smidge of a southern accent, but no twang like those that have lived here all their lives. I have seen more of the world by the time I was ten than most of these people will see in their entire lifetimes, and I'm one of the few women around that is college-educated, so you could say I'm a little bit odd to them.

Home is Santa Barbara....always has been, always will be. I fit there.

Santa Barbara? as in California? Interesting. Wow, I must say, you must have an interesting life. Oh yeah, I forgot I'd probably love to live in Hong Kong, because my favorite fruits aren't purchasable here in the US.

 

[cloudy]

Santa Barbara? as in California? Interesting. Wow, I must say, you must have an interesting life. Oh yeah, I forgot I'd probably love to live in Hong Kong, because my favorite fruits aren't purchasable here in the US.

Yep, as in Cali. It's home, I was raised there. Now I'm in Bumfuck, Alabama - I hate it here.

 

[JRaven]

I like variety.

In St. Louis, it was 70 last week. This morning it was 8. (No, not 80!)

I did spend some time in the San Fran area for a year. It was funny. It would get all the way down to 50 on the coldest nights. People would have big coats, gloves, and scarves on. I had a light jacket that I left open.

Jenny

 

[Donsehan]

Originally posted by cloudy
Yep, as in Cali. It's home, I was raised there. Now I'm in Bumfuck, Alabama - I hate it here.

aww I'm sorry. At least you can have whatever produce you want. Shit I can't even eat my favorite fruit more than once a year. Hell I get it once a year if I'm lucky.

 

[cloudy]

aww I'm sorry. At least you can have whatever produce you want. Shit I can't even eat my favorite fruit more than once a year. Hell I get it once a year if I'm lucky.

Except avocados, which I adore. If you can find them here (which is tough, sometimes) they're so expensive you'd have to be Midas to afford them. In SB we had five or six trees.

 

[Donsehan]

Re: I like variety.

Originally posted by JRaven
In St. Louis, it was 70 last week. This morning it was 8. (No, not 80!)

I did spend some time in the San Fran area for a year. It was funny. It would get all the way down to 50 on the coldest nights. People would have big coats, gloves, and scarves on. I had a light jacket that I left open.

Jenny

San Francisco is really funny actually. It may be pouring like crazy say, then when you go about 10 blocks away or even less it's sunny. Also different areas are different temperatures. Weather reports are almost always off, mostly by 24 hours. What else?? oh yeah when it's fifty out, and it's windy it feels like 30. Noone ever wears the same clothing. You'll see people wearing shorts and a T shirt in cold weather and other people walking around in Huge overcoats.

There are also all the people in the middle, so really 50 on the coldest nights is in the warmer areas.

 

[Donsehan]

Originally posted by cloudy
Except avocados, which I adore. If you can find them here (which is tough, sometimes) they're so expensive you'd have to be Midas to afford them. In SB we had five or six trees.

Hmm, they do say California Avocados are good, and in SB or even SD or a lot of other places it's easy to grow them. Although who's Midas?

 

[yui]

I belong where there are puddles the size of small lakes after it rains. And when it rains, it comes down in sheets, and thunder and lightning crackle and boom and make the ground shake.

I belong where it is hot and wet and my muscles feel slick, like they are oiled from the heat. I belong where I can ride my bike to the market and come home with wet feet from riding through those lake-like puddles. I belong where moss grows in tiny gardens in every nook of shade and where vines grow up walls, trying to pull them down. I belong near the bay where I can smell the fecund scent of green things.

And insects. It is never quiet--clacking, smacking, screeching, living, dying—they are always chattering like static as background noise.

I belong where a toad as fat a as a soup bowl hops across my courtyard and water bubbles in a rain barrel and in haphazard ponds filled with golden, wise fish. I belong where I can sit, the wide flat stones beneath my bottom cool from the earth, and let the sun warm my hair until it is so hot that the scent of my shampoo surrounds me. I belong where I can trail my hand in almost cool water, carp gently bumping my fingers, and simply breathe.

I am not there now, but one day I will be home, eh?

Luck,

Yui

 

[shereads]

You read much Famous Five, She?

I think you'd be looking at SW England for that kind of thing - something like Devon or Cornwall, where we can have cracking adventures on the Tors and yet go back home in time for some top scrag and lashings of ginger beer!

The Earl

I'm drinking ginger beer on the cracking Tors. And there are lashings, too! Does life get any better than this?

 

[shereads]

I feel completely out of place where I live. I have a smidge of a southern accent, but no twang like those that have lived here all their lives. I have seen more of the world by the time I was ten than most of these people will see in their entire lifetimes, and I'm one of the few women around that is college-educated, so you could say I'm a little bit odd to them.

Home is Santa Barbara....always has been, always will be. I fit there.

Santa Barbara is gorgeous. It even smells better than other cities. All that lavendar and rosemary growing everywhere. Heaven.

 

[Guest]

home?
I grew up on the water and have nearly always had a stunning view of the ocean from every window of my house.
I dont know where my home is any more as life has changed so drastically but...i dont believe i could live for the rest of my days without a body of water nearby...
this is the view from my bedroom window:



http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-9/822586/our-beach.gif

that being said, i do love all four seasons, only i would prefer not to have them all occur in one 24hour span of time.

im ready to move on, but my heart will always dwell in the Atlantic waters.

 

[moonlight elf]

I belong where there are puddles the size of small lakes after it rains. And when it rains, it comes down in sheets, and thunder and lightning crackle and boom and make the ground shake.

I belong where it is hot and wet and my muscles feel slick, like they are oiled from the heat. I belong where I can ride my bike to the market and come home with wet feet from riding through those lake-like puddles. I belong where moss grows in tiny gardens in every nook of shade and where vines grow up walls, trying to pull them down. I belong near the bay where I can smell the fecund scent of green things.

And insects. It is never quiet--clacking, smacking, screeching, living, dying—they are always chattering like static as background noise.

I belong where a toad as fat a as a soup bowl hops across my courtyard and water bubbles in a rain barrel and in haphazard ponds filled with golden, wise fish. I belong where I can sit, the wide flat stones beneath my bottom cool from the earth, and let the sun warm my hair until it is so hot that the scent of my shampoo surrounds me. I belong where I can trail my hand in almost cool water, carp gently bumping my fingers, and simply breathe.

I am not there now, but one day I will be home, eh?

Luck,

Yui

Hey Girl!!

I know exactly what you mean.

moonlight

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

http://artax.karlin.mff.cuni.cz/~brain/fotky/chorvatsko/m_dmc_0243.jpg

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

Rightfully, I belong here, in Novo Mesto, Slovenija

http://artax.karlin.mff.cuni.cz/~brain/fotky/chorvatsko/m_dmc_0240.jpg

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

Slovenija

Is where I belong.

 

[moonlight elf]

I belong in the land of rivers. There you can see green as far as the horizon, there the beauty of the sunrise is reflected in the crystle clear waters, there children play in the fields and birds chirp in the trees. I belong in the place where sunshine and gentle winds rule the day. In a place where winter feels like spring. Where summer brings rain, and rain means play time. I belong in a place where I can dance in the rain, where I can celebrate the down pore and not hide indoors. I belong where the sky is so blue , where you can see the night sky without obstruction. I belong under the moonlit hills where I can dance and play under the night sky.

 

[Kassiana]

Anywhere that has constant temperatures between 55-75 all the time. No more, no less.

This is just one reason why I am convinced (and I'm certain others) that I am an alien.

 

[woodnymph_O]

I don't know where I belong

but I love the feel of the beach, no not a big beach with parties and crowds of people.
I love the empty peacful beach at sunrise, when the waters drifts over your skin like a caress and you just feel 100 times bigger inside, as you watch the colors change.
I need to find that with a beautiful Cheap house
Nymphy

 

[oggbashan]

All of my favorite novels when I was a teenager were set on a windy clifftop in the British Isles. Very romantic, especially if there's a ruined stone tower around. Can you actuaally walk without being blown over the side? And is there any legal protection against a Walmart next-door?

Edited to add: Do you stash your smuggled loot in hidden caves?

Just down the road is the Isle of Thanet. That has windy clifftops, a couple of ruined stone towers, there are railings on top of the cliffs to stop you falling over and yes - there are smugglers' caves some open to visitors and some still hidden from view because smuggling is still practised.

Locally the smugglers used to hide their goods in a hidden cellar under the public house that linked to a culverted stream. Access to their stash could only be made underwater and the publicans were 'retired' divers.

Back in the early 19th century a local woman used to carry kegs of brandy hidden under her wide skirts. An Exciseman challenged her late at night on the marshes. He was very embarrassed when she knocked him out with a fist to his jaw. When he recovered her skirts were unencumbered and she said she thought he had been threatening her honour. Our local young ladies are still capable of defending themselves vigorously. The police hate it when the women are drunk and disorderly. The Police get injured trying to arrest them.

Og

 

[cloudy]

Santa Barbara is gorgeous. It even smells better than other cities. All that lavendar and rosemary growing everywhere. Heaven.

*sigh*

Home:

http://www.santabarbara.com/community/visitors_guide/things_to_do/city-view.jpg

http://www.santabarbara.com/community/picture_library/mission/webgallery/images/PB130010.jpg

http://www.travelersmotelsb.com/nearby_attractions/santa_barbara_1.jpg

 

[shereads]

Back in the early 19th century a local woman used to carry kegs of brandy hidden under her wide skirts. An Exciseman challenged her late at night on the marshes. He was very embarrassed when she knocked him out with a fist to his jaw.

That explains bustles.

Your neighborhood sounds perfect, Og.

 

[PAUL C]

I FEEL I AM IN THE RIGHT PLACE

As I sip my beer on a warm summers evening and listen to the cricket on the radio I can look out from my front garden down onto the Somerset levels and see the village where i was born in the middle distance.

I can see the church where i was christened and the village school that I attended until I was ten years of age.

I think this is where I belong.

 

[Donsehan]

Originally posted by moonlight elf
I belong in the land of rivers. There you can see green as far as the horizon, there the beauty of the sunrise is reflected in the crystle clear waters, there children play in the fields and birds chirp in the trees. I belong in the place where sunshine and gentle winds rule the day. In a place where winter feels like spring. Where summer brings rain, and rain means play time. I belong in a place where I can dance in the rain, where I can celebrate the down pore and not hide indoors. I belong where the sky is so blue , where you can see the night sky without obstruction. I belong under the moonlit hills where I can dance and play under the night sky.

interesting, definitely not a city. I don't know how I could live without a city.