I just got back from a flying trip to the Chicago Suburbs. Back to my old stomping grounds and back down memory lane. It's amazing how Decatur is my home, but the 'burbs are still a place of great comfort for me.
I grew up in Sleepy Hollow, Illinois. Yeah that's right, headless horseman, Ickabod Crane...that Sleepy Hollow. The horseman still rides every year on Halloween - I want to get Max up there some year for him to experience it.
Anyway different time of year, different memories, but same old place. We moved there when I was 12 going on 13 - the summer before 7th grade = rough transition time for a girl (probably boys too but I can't speak to that as I'm not one).
The thing is, as rough as that transition was it has become the center point of making me who I am today. Being in that little north western village, meeting those people, loving that town. I miss it some days but the best part of going back to visit is reconnecting with some parts of me that I often forget about in my new life in Central Illinois. The girl that lived on that cul de sac is still part of who I am. The friends I made while living in that house with my family are still my friends. We share a collective history and being with them helps me to remember.
I love my life friends that I get to stay with whenever I make it up that way. I also love my college friends that I got to see for the first time in years and years thanks to this little enterprise called Facebook.
I took so many photos and had such a blast, I can't wait to go back in August for my 20 year class reunion - yep 20 years! As my brother says, "Dang you're old!"
Moose:
Marcie and her kids:
More to come from the Chi Town shoots!
I grew up in Sleepy Hollow, Illinois. Yeah that's right, headless horseman, Ickabod Crane...that Sleepy Hollow. The horseman still rides every year on Halloween - I want to get Max up there some year for him to experience it.
Anyway different time of year, different memories, but same old place. We moved there when I was 12 going on 13 - the summer before 7th grade = rough transition time for a girl (probably boys too but I can't speak to that as I'm not one).
The thing is, as rough as that transition was it has become the center point of making me who I am today. Being in that little north western village, meeting those people, loving that town. I miss it some days but the best part of going back to visit is reconnecting with some parts of me that I often forget about in my new life in Central Illinois. The girl that lived on that cul de sac is still part of who I am. The friends I made while living in that house with my family are still my friends. We share a collective history and being with them helps me to remember.
I love my life friends that I get to stay with whenever I make it up that way. I also love my college friends that I got to see for the first time in years and years thanks to this little enterprise called Facebook.
I took so many photos and had such a blast, I can't wait to go back in August for my 20 year class reunion - yep 20 years! As my brother says, "Dang you're old!"
Moose:
Marcie and her kids:
More to come from the Chi Town shoots!
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