It is nearly 9:00 pm and pink still lingers in the sky.
I can hear the sound of the loudspeaker at the ballfield over the hill. Some league or another has been playing at the high school. And, although I cannot see (or even really hear) the game, it's nice to know that it's there. A small plane takes off fom the airstrip on the other side of the trees and the air is filled with lightening bugs.
Sometimes, I forget where I live. What with the new subdivisions and the proliferation of retail chains, there are days when I feel as if I could be anywhere...Pineville, Gaitherburg, or what have you.
Those are the days when I'm feeling jaded, obviously. Because I can't think of too many college towns that can't keep a Gap in business. Say what one might (and I've said a lot) there is still something about this town that lets it remain a small town.
Maybe that is why people move here in droves. Maybe it isn't just because of the high ratings the schools get. Maybe people are drawn to this place in just the same fashion as I have been lured into staying.
It is still difficult to go anyplace in this town and not see someone you know....especially Lowe's or the movies. And, as one who has spent many years here, there is a comfort in that which is hard to describe.
Of course, there's the downside, as well. People that you wish you would never see again tend to resurface at funny times. But there's an odd comfort in that as well. If nothing else, I know where I am.
Of course, there are lots of new faces. But that has always been the case. And, if more of them remain here rather than move on, I suppose that it is because they, too, have found a home.