Monday, April 30, 2012

One World Trade Center

Spent some time in New York this week-end with my sister.  It was an honor to see One World Trade Center towering toward the beautiful blue sky while I was there.  I don't think I could have gotten a better shot of this majestic building if I had tried. 

I enjoyed the sights in the big city, the wonderful food and shopping.  I love to travel, but I was reminded that I'm a country girl at heart.  No matter how many times I board a plane, train, or the automobile I always think there's no place like home.  There was no space for a garden or for my grandchildren to run and play.  I switched my purse for a small bag that I could cross over my chest to ensure my purse wasn't snatched.  I don't concern myself with this issue when I'm at home in the Blue Ridge Mountains.  The Manhattan and Queensborough bridges had nothing on the Shenandoah River that John Denver wrote about.  The lines were so long for various things that I decided it wasn't worth the wait for items.  The traffic was incredible, I had nightmares of yellow cabs running over me.  

No matter how much money I'm offered for a salary, I could never live in a place that has more asphalt than grass and more people than cars.  Trading in my high heels for Wellies was so worth it.  There's no place like home, there's no place like home.


  1. I SO agree! I grew up in Jersey, but in the suburbs. Loved being able to run and play and dig in the dirt. I am not a city person. Lived in our nation's capital for five years and HATED it! Give me green grass and plenty of room to run, play and garden, and I'm a happy camper!

  2. After working in DC 16 years, I have truly learned to appreciate country living!