I grew up in a small town in a house on a hill surrounded by mountains. Looking out over the valley filled with small communities nestled within the trees, were the slopes which were dotted with houses. As I aged, the numbers grew. My community was small. Once it thrived as a close-knit family where everyone knew each other. Now, since many from other communities have moved in, the heart beats slower each day. The faces grow different and distant each passing year. My grandmother once knew every child in our community; now she knows only a few.
Things and times change. Change is as inevitable as the rising of the sun or the movement of time. As a matter of fact, all of these activities require change for them to occur and be constant. Change can be messy and perfectly neat. Change can occur in so many forms. Yes there are constants, but things never remain the same. Change is the driving force of this universe. There is no balance or chaos without change. We must accept and embrace change.
I’ve accepted that my hometown will never be the same as I remember it. I’ve accepted that the faces and buildings I’ll see while walking from my childhood home to the corner store will always be different. I love my hometown, and I will continue to love it in-spite of the change and because of the change.
In loving my hometown, and my house on the hill, I have grown to love the open. Roaming through the fruit trees in my back and front yard or sitting under the huge orange tree at the front of my house has always grounded me. It provides a sense of peace, a sense of pride, a sense of belonging to the land.
I love nature. I love roaming through gardens and forests. I love the songs of birds and rustling of leaves with a gentle breeze which lifts the hairs on your skin oh so gently. I love the glistening of my skin in the sunshine as the rays pierce through the canopy of the trees to caress me. I love the curiosity of the animals as they scurry, hide and observe as you explore their home.
I want to buy the land to reclaim the value and the meaning. I want the land for my family. I want the land for my peace of mind.
I would love to have a farm. A few animals, a few plots for crops, some trees and a lake. During recent times it has become clear to me that I need to be involved in some form of physical work to offset the exhaust caused by constant academic pursuits. I want to get my hands dirty. I want to feel a sense of accomplishment when I harvest my crops and watch them grow. It’s important for me to feel connected to the land because of my rural backgrounds.
There is a limited amount of land available on this earth, so it is one of the best investments because they aren’t making any more of it. I want my children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and all subsequent generations to have a place of their own in the world. I want them to branch out and explore, but still have a small place where their heart resides and they’ll always feel welcome, loved and at peace.
I want the land as my fore-mothers have wanted it. I need the land for me.