It takes physically returning to the world that has been strumming on your heartstrings, playing out a melancholy melody peppered with notes of longing, to remember why you miss that world as dearly as you do.
We’ve visited my grandparents in Oregon every summer for as long as I can remember, growing attached, over the course of one month, to the life they welcome us into. In early June, before school lets out, my sister and I begin to plan our vacation to Oregon, excitement fueling our lists of places to visit. We mark the restaurants and shops we want to revisit, unwilling to let go of the traditions established over the years. The plans made so early on are born out of eagerness for the summer to start, though they also serve to prepare myself for the awe sure to come at the realization that after so many months away, we’re finally going back. But despite my preparations, the awe never lessens. Read the rest of this entry »