Shadow (dariaphoebe) wrote,

First you make a stone of your heart

This weekend was the PRR Technical & Historical Society annual meeting. I've been to the last 5, they're usually the first weekend in May, but this year it was later. We were back in Camp Hill (across the river from Harrisburg), and indeed I think 2 of the next 3 will also be there; We've also been, in my time, to Philadelphia (Essington, actually) and Cincinnati. I've never not enjoyed one of these, but the people make the event, and since I knew almost no one at the first one, each subsequent one has been better. But the letdown at the end of the weekend was harder than usual, and harder than I expected. The reasons are manifold, but, let's pick one.

I've talked on and off of moving. While the climate is a consideration, I think Harrisburg's climate (basically a wash) might be possible in a cop-out. Previous trips through the area have resulted in watching the sun set from along the shore of the Susquehanna; The river is broad and scenic, and honestly I'm unsure where else might match its charms. As I drove through Wormleysburg (the borough along the west shore of the river) I looked at the houses, knowing they likely flooded after Hurricane Ivan, and lusted. These are modest dwellings on small plots, not mansions, but a huge house wouldn't really be my thing. Today was yet another beautiful day in the Susquehanna valley, and I left before it ended, to head back to the grind.

There are other reasons. But really, it comes down to this: I can't say I'm happy to be back home.

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