Feeling at home
About six months ago, still in Spain, I told a friend that I needed three things to feel at home in a town. I need trees on the streets, a river that looks pretty and a café or somewhere similar that makes me feel like being a regular. All three can be found in the last three towns I have lived and neither was in the town where I grew up and that I hate to this day.
Ithaca has all three (the gorges count as rivers) but still doesn’t feel like it could ever be home. But then, Universities in the middle of nowhere don’t count as real towns.
Ithaca has all three (the gorges count as rivers) but still doesn’t feel like it could ever be home. But then, Universities in the middle of nowhere don’t count as real towns.