the scriptorium

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

Is it possible to be homesick for a place you've never been? This question started rolling around in my head this morning as I was driving to work. On my route, I pass close to Bluegrass Airport, or at least close enough that if a plane is taking off, you can easily tell what airline it is. As I passed the airport exit this morning, a plane had just taken off and was turning in the sky toward its destination. I wanted so badly to be on that plane, or one like it. I said so to the person riding with me, and she said, "You don't know where it's going--it could be someplace you don't want to go." True enough, but I knew what I meant. I wanted to be on my way to Ireland. Later, when I got to work, I was "reading" a book on tape as I worked. The story took place in Ireland, and there was this wonderful description of the main character's first glimpse of the landscape as her plane was landing. It almost made me want to cry! I know I'll get there someday, but I'm so impatient right now. There's this restless feeling in me that I haven't had for a while. I used to get this quite often, and tried to cure it by moving apartments. I've lived in just about every section of Lexington, but I've been in my current digs for about 5 1/2 years. There's change in the wind--I wish I knew what it was.

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