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Mar. 29th, 2005 04:13 pmYesterday I took ages to drive back down, because of way too many cars on the road going home after a long weekend. There weren't any accidents, but it was just generally annoying to be stuck in stop and go traffic for ages and then when you think you made it through the tight spot, you go around a corner and it's the same thing all over again.
I was very tired when I came here, but too worked up to go to sleep soon.
The moment I got out of my car I had the strangest sensation of being in Maine. There was a certain smell in the air, of wet leaves and pine needles, a certain feeling that reminded me so much of Empire Grove, the place were my American "grand parents" live.
And when I realized I wasn't in Maine, I was struck by such a wave of - I guess you can call it homesickness, even if it was for a place that is not my home - I jad to hold on to my car to not break down crying.
I miss that place so much, it would be ridiculous if I would read it in a book.
Now it is raining like hell and that sucks, because I need to drive down into town to do some shopping or I won't have any breakfast tomorrow. But I am not sure whether my car will be willing to cooperate in that rain. What fun!
Shops are open until six, the supermarket until eight, so I might just wait and hope for better weather.
If it keeps raining like this for longer, I am sure the meadows along the river will be flooded. This is a sensible town I ended up in, they leave the area close to the river for flooding instead of building the houses too close and then complaining about the water in spring.
I was very tired when I came here, but too worked up to go to sleep soon.
The moment I got out of my car I had the strangest sensation of being in Maine. There was a certain smell in the air, of wet leaves and pine needles, a certain feeling that reminded me so much of Empire Grove, the place were my American "grand parents" live.
And when I realized I wasn't in Maine, I was struck by such a wave of - I guess you can call it homesickness, even if it was for a place that is not my home - I jad to hold on to my car to not break down crying.
I miss that place so much, it would be ridiculous if I would read it in a book.
Now it is raining like hell and that sucks, because I need to drive down into town to do some shopping or I won't have any breakfast tomorrow. But I am not sure whether my car will be willing to cooperate in that rain. What fun!
Shops are open until six, the supermarket until eight, so I might just wait and hope for better weather.
If it keeps raining like this for longer, I am sure the meadows along the river will be flooded. This is a sensible town I ended up in, they leave the area close to the river for flooding instead of building the houses too close and then complaining about the water in spring.
