Friday, July 8, 2011

Where I am From

I am from crossing the Oregon Trail, settling on fertile ground, and clearing the land one mammoth fir at a time.

I am from blisters on your thumbs, dirt under your fingernails, and sweat on your neck.

I am from building a home and a farm, and raising a handful of generations there.

I am from getting up before the sun rises, hidden behind grey rain-soaked clouds over not so distant timber covered hills.

I am from hot summer afternoons, hay bales as far as the eye can see, and a chocolate shake after the last one goes in the barn.

I am from 12-inch trout, a river runs through it, and swimming on hot days in the icy mountain water as it meanders slowly past.

I am from Sunday afternoons, the constant variety of sports, and sudden outbursts of genuine emotion.

I am from small gymnasiums, the squeaking of sneakers, hoop dreams, and guaranteed playing time.

I am from co-ed dorms, choosing majors, late night parties, No-doz, and pomp and circumstance.

I am from returning home, real world troubles, and working 16 hour days.

I am from finding true love, tough decisions, and saying goodbye.

I am from changing directions, changing perspectives, and spectacular views of city skylines.

I am from tearing off trim, pulling carpet staples at 2 in the morning, late night kisses, bucket loads of paint, and yet another trip to The Home Depot.

I am from years of trying, utter disappointment, resignation, shock, and the overwhelming emotion of a little pink line.

I am from sleep deprivation, family hugs, stories by flashlight, and uncontrollable laughter ringing out in all directions.

I am from realizing my astonishing good fortune, taking nothing for granted, and finally understanding just why it is I'm here.

So tell me.  Where are you from?
 
Note: I came across this Meme by reading amazing entries by TwoBusy, ZenMom, and SFD.  I sat down and wrote this last night before I realized there was a template to guide me.  As a result, the finished product was something altogether different.  But I liked it, so decided to leave it as is.

11 comments:

Sizzle said...

I have seen this going around. I like it! I might have to throw my own in the ring.

Kev D. said...

I am from Montreal, Poutine, Pepperoni Sticks.

Hahaha!

TwoBusy said...

This is terrific — epic in scope, but thoughtful and deeply personal at the same time. Great stuff.

SFD said...

This was great.

Anonymous said...

I really like this post. I learned a lot about you and it was beautifully written.

Lately, I am from a sad neglected reader, full of 'no comments', and a blog as quiet as a ghost town.

Mrs. M said...

Great job - these are so fun and informative!!

Jack said...

I really liked this- so much inside this post. It was fun getting to know a little bit more about you.

OneZenMom said...

I like yours even more for having gone without the template. Very evocative. Well-done.

James (SeattleDad) said...

@Sizzle - Sweet. Let me know if you do. Would love to read it.

@TwoBusy - Thanks. Yours was definitely an inspiration.

@Kev D - Haha. Nice.

@Scifidad - Thanks, as was yours!

@Ordinary Dad - I hear you. You slow down on the dialouge and the traffic dries up. I'm still reading you though.

@Mighty M - An fun to do too. Thanks.

@Jack - Yeah, it does reveal a lot in a short post, doesn't it. Thanks.

@Zenmom - After reading the guide, I just didn't want to go back and change. This one worked for me.

If I Could Escape . . . said...

Wow,that was pretty powerful. I think Imay attempt it myself.=)

triles said...

Love it! I'm gonna have to try this when I get home and have time to concentrate. I also think this could be a great assignment with my 8th graders this year for our poetry unit.