Since I’ve moved to Chicago I’ve gotten homesick for friends and family. I wrote a letter to my Arkansas Family right before the holidays, and when I saw everyone that week it was so good for my heart. But now, I can’t believe it, but I find myself homesick for…home. For Bentonville, Arkansas.
I’m really homesick for…
Fresh, really fresh, air
Wide country roads
Cluttered vintage markets
Small and charming local restaurants
The farmer’s market on Saturday mornings
The creative energy that flows from a good DIY project
Home cooked meals and the hospitality that comes with them
Uninterrupted silence – no sires – no rowdy screams from the street below
Spiritually challenging conversations and open hearts that love fiercely
I love Chicago. I love the constant energy, the absence of boredom, the endless possibilities and activities of every kind. I love the ability to find intrigue in the everyday. I enjoy the pace 95% of the time. But that other 5%… I miss home. I miss Bentonville.
It’s funny how things that you seemed mundane, or maybe even annoying at times, can be the things you miss the most. I’m so excited to be going home this weekend. I forgot how stunning Arkansas is during the summer and fall! The Natural State is definitely a good description.
I was going through some of the photos I took during the two years after college that I lived back in NWA. I thought I’d share some of my originals. Hope you enjoy. And I’ll see you in a few days, Bentonville!