July fourth has come and gone here in Edinboro Pennsylvania. The sun was setting, the fireworks were true to form, and the night was amazing. The repetition of it all makes it so worth while. I'm not sure who made fireworks the national symbol of independence, but its a tradition that won't pass soon.
I'm writing this because I feel it's my other life. The life I lived for 12 years, along Lake Edinboro, knowing everyone by name. The life where right down the street in opposite directions, I could find both sets of grandparents; something that I have come to miss greatly. But that changed when we moved to Tennessee 5 years ago. It was completely different; faces, places, and friends. And it's taken me almost as long to know people I can trust, and to know who truly trust me.
Edinboro is a long way from Tennessee, but it will always have a place in my heart. Either way I always remember that earth is where we breathe, but may we never call it HOME.
goodnight
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