tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150605.post8174089164671555157..comments2024-03-27T02:56:19.634-06:00Comments on Melissa Amateis: Going HomeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150605.post-20057226565707364332010-04-29T01:07:50.319-06:002010-04-29T01:07:50.319-06:00I really must visit Western Nebraska one day. I...I really must visit Western Nebraska one day. I'm a country bumpkin at heart (although the city has it's necessary appeals). I always feel a pull to ruggedness, earthiness, barrenness even at times. That sloooowing down as you get off the main roads, is something I can identify with Melissa...PADDYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11180609996783920910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150605.post-43519073888140756652010-04-20T17:20:24.002-06:002010-04-20T17:20:24.002-06:00You are very blessed to have that background, and ...You are very blessed to have that background, and that strength of family and history, to sustain you in your life.Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03972054718663959694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150605.post-50300841135724869712010-04-20T16:43:27.555-06:002010-04-20T16:43:27.555-06:00It sounds so lovely and simple, but I know it'...It sounds so lovely and simple, but I know it's much deeper. Thanks for taking us along with you.Janna Leadbetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06339705935553160673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150605.post-37337253706719844352010-04-20T15:04:58.521-06:002010-04-20T15:04:58.521-06:00I love this! My heart always picks up pace as I ne...I love this! My heart always picks up pace as I near the county I grew up in. Magic!Jill Kemererhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07865493609868329393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150605.post-84174486469143477482010-04-19T14:03:48.064-06:002010-04-19T14:03:48.064-06:00I got nothing to say but great post.I got nothing to say but great post.Travis Erwinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09420879160702098979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150605.post-19101723905588655552010-04-19T10:13:33.646-06:002010-04-19T10:13:33.646-06:00I know COMPLETELY what you mean. I used to live i...I know COMPLETELY what you mean. I used to live in Dallas and then Colorado, and was away from my little SETexas hometown for 13 years. Every time I drove home, I would soak in that feeling of everything slowing down and the smells and sights of my youth. Nothing in the world like walking into my parents house after that drive. Nothing.<br /><br />Now I live there again, ironically across the street from my parents house. They are dead now and the house belongs to someone else, and it seems odd sometimes to look at it and know I can't just walk in.<br /><br />But now when I go out of town, and come back, I get that same sense of belonging. And what's better, so does my daughter. She loves seeing the big water tower and knowing we are home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com