Sometimes pictures don't really capture your friends or your moments together and sometimes they do. Perfectly.
I am officially homesick. It’s struck me a year late and all the harder for it. As a sophomore, I’m no longer preoccupied with navigating the most efficient path between classes or discovering this new, bright city or figuring out how one exactly studies – I never really did it in high school and am now sort of paranoid about my study habits – and now I’m stuck with a lot of space to think. And my thoughts always turn to home.
“Home” as in the community of friends that has been flung around the country, which, for the most part, will never be completely reconstituted. It’s a gut wrenching to think that our time together was squandered as it was so I try to absorb myself in music, reading, studying and (as of late) sewing. I am going to be honest and say that I have Google image searched “Allentown” and tried to show my friends “Look!” but the conversation quickly turns into the daily debate of Chinese vs. pizza vs. dining hall.
I read The Geography of Nowhere this summer and it made me burn with the need to take save the future of the community that saved my life. There are days where I think I’m wasting time in college, idling hours and dollars that could be put forth to action. It so happens that every time I have one of these days, I get an invaluable gem of information in my classes the next day and I think that I have to keep learning and only when I hit maximum capacity can I go out and start That Big Thing. But I digress.
To give my ears something to listen to while I keep my hands/mind distracted by my recent sewing kick, I listen to music and podcasts. Tonight’s content of sounds was just tugging at the homesick parts of my brain so sharply that I’ve just gotta share.
James Howard Kunstler and Fleet Foxes and Joanna Newsom dragged me into this trench of homesickness. The episode “On Hope And Despair” by Kunstler combined with “Blue Ridge Mountains” and "Sprout and the Bean" just DID IT to me and now I’m Google image searching “Allentown” again and re-falling in love with the place.
I really encourage you to listen to these people. Fleet Foxes and Joanna Newsom and Jim Kunstler, I mean. They serve up a pretty potent mix of nostalgia and activism. I am not so sure that I am going to get to sleep tonight.
I will be back in the Valley tomorrow and I have a long list of things I intend to do to get the most out of the cold days of autumn glory there. Pick pumpkins? Cold weather picnic? Country drive? Bake Oven Knob?