I haven't opened Microsoft Word in
months, and when I did this popped up from May. Something I wrote in
love, appreciation, and sorrow:
Harrisonburg, thank You. Thank you for being my home away
from home these past years. You were my home in the sense that so much was
familiar. I grew accustomed to you. The way we grow accustomed to an old
friend. Sure, they have flaws and you don’t spend every minute with them, but
you find yourself comforted by their usual ways. I found myself comforted by
the backdrop of mountains wherever I drove.
Harrisonburg your Springs were like nothing else. Big, lush
trees reaching out all along the valley. And the FALL. Oh my, the browns and
reds and oranges and auburns and maroons. Like a storybook. I really enjoyed
your neighboring towns like Broadway and Dayton. Who would have thought there
could be so many events in such an off-the-map sort of place. People in
California think I am in the sticks. But I know better. Harrisonburg is such a
special place, bringing different kinds of people from all over. The steady
flow of students walking to or from class. The drive down Mason street bringing
back countless memories. And your size
provides such lovely fellowship at a church. No mega churches here, we value
community and recognizing a new face in the crowd. Thank you Harrisonburg for being just big enough to
explore, and yet small enough to get to know really well.
