It is admittedly very rare that I have moments where I miss where I grew up (even though I relate things to CT a lot, and have that nerdy CT necklace that I wear all the time). Let me explain (since I realize that might not make sense): I look back fondly on that place and that time, and appreciate that I had those experiences, but it isn’t something I am longing to go back to, because I know I belong right here, where I am now. And I am content with that.
This picture I took, right down at Branford Point, where I spent many of my summers as a kid, closeby to my old house I grew up in, just reminded me that I am damn lucky I grew up where I did, and maybe—just maybe—I missed those experiences in this very place, just a little bit.
It’s beautiful there, no?