Yesterday, I went to lunch with my cousin/friend Shann. She arrived at the house and waited for me in the car. Bounding out the front door, I greeted her and stepped to her open window.
We exchanged compliments, each finding something worth a shout-out, the norm between us two. Then she followed hers up with an "I'm so glad you're back here, and that you're my friend!"
To which I heartily agreed, saying, "And I return the cinnamon."
Giggling, I corrected myself. "Sentiment, I mean. I return the sentiment."
Driving to Phat Phil's (me in my car, she following), I felt a surge of love and connection. It was one of those perfect spring days in Northwest Georgia, sunny and warm, but not too warm. A perfect, low-humidity type day.
We drove down North Avenue, past the site of the old hospital (now a parking lot for the new), past Junior Food Store and through the 'projects' that have been there for as long as I remember. A family friend lived there growing up and, with pride I noted that it is still as well-kept as it was back then.
On to Old Town Road through Fullerville, past my friend Shelia's mama's house and the baseball park. I spent countless hours in both places as a youth: hanging out, sleeping over, inventing things in the kitchen. In my mind's eye I see little usses jumping the ditch playing follow-the-leader. My mouth waters remembering green plums plucked straight from the tree.
By the time I made the outskirts of Villa Rica, I was bursting with it. It welled up inside and I watched myself with awe and wonder as all those feelings tumbled out in a shouted, "I LOVE YOU, VILLA RICA!!!!"
What has changed? Everything. And yet nothing.
Only me. Well, not so much me as my mind. My mind has changed. I now see a place of beauty, love and community. I see a place where I belong, a place I want to belong. That is what has changed.
So. Villa Rica. Thank you for giving me a beautiful life, both then and now. I am home.
And this time, I can return the cinnamon.
~ Olivia J. Herrell
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| Morning Sun Through Villa Rica Pines |
To which I heartily agreed, saying, "And I return the cinnamon."
Giggling, I corrected myself. "Sentiment, I mean. I return the sentiment."
Driving to Phat Phil's (me in my car, she following), I felt a surge of love and connection. It was one of those perfect spring days in Northwest Georgia, sunny and warm, but not too warm. A perfect, low-humidity type day.
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| Villa Rica Main Street at Sunset |
We drove down North Avenue, past the site of the old hospital (now a parking lot for the new), past Junior Food Store and through the 'projects' that have been there for as long as I remember. A family friend lived there growing up and, with pride I noted that it is still as well-kept as it was back then.
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| The Old VR Movie Theater, Now Cinema Tavern |
By the time I made the outskirts of Villa Rica, I was bursting with it. It welled up inside and I watched myself with awe and wonder as all those feelings tumbled out in a shouted, "I LOVE YOU, VILLA RICA!!!!"
What has changed? Everything. And yet nothing.
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| Bugsy, At Home in Villa Rica |
So. Villa Rica. Thank you for giving me a beautiful life, both then and now. I am home.
And this time, I can return the cinnamon.
~ Olivia J. Herrell
