The beauty of Nowhere
Feb 24, 2021 11:34:47 GMT -5
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Post by _FakeNews_ on Feb 24, 2021 11:34:47 GMT -5
The beauty of nowhere
There’s something about the phrase ‘the middle of nowhere’ that resonates with me, it might as well. I’ve lived in the middle of nowhere for ten years of my life, and I’ve grown love it. Living out far from any large towns, the easiest access to anything is the highway a couple miles from where I live. Seeing the stars at night, piercing through the velvet night skies, and breathing the air, it always smells different depending on the season.
There’s a lot of things to love about nowhere, and that’s what saddens me leaving it behind.
Going from nowhere to the middle of a neighborhood, in the middle of a large city no less, is going to be hard for me. Not only because of how many friends I’ll be leaving behind, but many other reasons. I’ll miss the open space of fields, the crowded, dense underbrush of our woods, and the open soaring forests taking up the areas around Coreland, the fields, the rivers, the ponds, and the empty open skies. The rain, the never ending winds Oklahoma is known for, and the sandstone bluffs and dry river bottoms.
The middle of nowhere, for all its remoteness, all its solitude, is beautiful. It’s a place of peace, far away from the chaos of the modern world, alone in the middle of nowhere. It’s where I feel like I belong as odd as it sounds. Me, a 16 year old male making heavy electronic music, who generally doesn’t look like your average definition of a country boy, I consider myself one. When the family who is buying our house came over to familiarize themselves with it before they moved in, I found myself wondering how exactly they would feel in this world of nowhere. Here’s to hoping they love it as much as I do.
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There’s something about the phrase ‘the middle of nowhere’ that resonates with me, it might as well. I’ve lived in the middle of nowhere for ten years of my life, and I’ve grown love it. Living out far from any large towns, the easiest access to anything is the highway a couple miles from where I live. Seeing the stars at night, piercing through the velvet night skies, and breathing the air, it always smells different depending on the season.
There’s a lot of things to love about nowhere, and that’s what saddens me leaving it behind.
Going from nowhere to the middle of a neighborhood, in the middle of a large city no less, is going to be hard for me. Not only because of how many friends I’ll be leaving behind, but many other reasons. I’ll miss the open space of fields, the crowded, dense underbrush of our woods, and the open soaring forests taking up the areas around Coreland, the fields, the rivers, the ponds, and the empty open skies. The rain, the never ending winds Oklahoma is known for, and the sandstone bluffs and dry river bottoms.
The middle of nowhere, for all its remoteness, all its solitude, is beautiful. It’s a place of peace, far away from the chaos of the modern world, alone in the middle of nowhere. It’s where I feel like I belong as odd as it sounds. Me, a 16 year old male making heavy electronic music, who generally doesn’t look like your average definition of a country boy, I consider myself one. When the family who is buying our house came over to familiarize themselves with it before they moved in, I found myself wondering how exactly they would feel in this world of nowhere. Here’s to hoping they love it as much as I do.
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