Thoughts. I often don't think that much in my daily routine. I used to eschew MP3 players because my walking time was some of my prime thinking time. I don't like my thoughts as much as I used to, though.
Flesherton is always grand. Idyllic is my constant word. I really did grow up in a world where you could reasonably be familiar with half the people in your area, and you had one person in common with anybody else. Relating to other people is different now, even just on my University campus, where every year a new influx of people arrive, new undergrads and grad students. So many transient friendships. So precious are the persistent ones.
Coming back to Flesherton, a common topic. I'm glad it's so great, to me. It wouldn't be without some key factors. My best friends' family. Some friends who stayed local. Slow change of businesses. The fast change of others.
I was thinking about scenery and nature and the wild and outdoors. I remember being so mesmerised by the walking paths behind my house, behind my school. Sometimes in Guelph I have a sense that they're too small, too synthetic. You walk them once and there's not much left to enjoy a second time. It's not really true, it's just a desperate attitude clinging for new meaning in the wrong places. Coming back to Flesherton helps remind me of that. 16 years embedded in the area, revisiting the same trees near daily. I find it weird, how little I respect new trees elsewhere.
I regret not taking more friends home to see my world. I suppose I'm a little embarrassed by the state of my childhood home: it's not quite the charming country home I think my friend's would expect. Renovations are a big priority for me. I don't really get insecure or self-conscious about a lot of things; mostly just things tied to my youth, when there wasn't a thing I wasn't insecure about.
However, I still want them to come see. I think my friend P would be charmed by it, given her recent interests. I regret never taking some past visitors on intended walks through the snow buried Flesherton Hills, one of my greatest failures in life (which I suppose means that I'm doing better than I'd have expected). I am amazed at how content I am with my introverted youth, despite being quite different than I am now.