Every time I return to Jax I am impressed by the view. From a couple of thousand feet up the winding waterways look like crazy Hot Wheels tracks, tripping over one another in a race to the ocean. The vast green welcome mat of the longleaf pine, blending to a sandy white to an endless indigo. The sky is bluer here, and more vast. Okay, it's no utopia. I am a realist. But I've visited most every corner of the continental 48, and few places compare. Of course, the people outshine the landscape, from those waiting for me at home, to the friends we've met through teaching, chorale, and our growing theater family.
Sometimes, when we travel, people will ask where I'm from, unable to place the accent. If' I'm traveling with the family, the husband will say Jacksonville, but quickly follows it with the native New Yorker title he is so proud to wear. I'm proud of that too, but I usually just say Jacksonville. It's my home.
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This line: From a couple of thousand feet up the winding waterways look like crazy Hot Wheels tracks, tripping over one another in a race to the ocean. The vast green welcome mat of the longleaf pine, blending to a sandy white to an endless indigo. AWESOME. You should get paid to teach writing or something. :)
So glad to be a part of the place you call home.
I agree with MJ, that was quite the descriptive cha-cha wrapped with genuine affection. Lovely combination.
I am so glad that you found your way down here from New York. You and your family have been and continue to be a blessing to mine.
Welcome Home.
Agree with the others - so glad you and your fam made Jacksonville your home. It's actually the first place my heart called home, and I'm always grateful to come back. And your descriptive writing -- give me that over we read today. It and you are awesome!
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