Its starting to eat at me, like not seeing a friend or a family member for too long. I miss the beauty. I miss the stark. I miss the open. I miss the details.
There is only one place that has ever come close to speaking to me the way West Virginia does - the desert of the American southwest. It reminds me of here, strangely enough - everything is centered around the water. The mountains and the valleys both provide shelter and get in the way.
Someday, maybe, I’ll end up there for long enough to really feel like I’m getting to know it, but for now it’s the only place that’s ever felt like home outside of home.
The Only Place That's Ever Felt Like Home - Arizona