I know we have a couple Appalachian writers out there lurking. I'm not sure if I've outted myself as one before, but I'm doing it now. :) I grew up in the Harrison and Lewis County areas, graduated from highschool at Lewis Co. High, did six weeks of college in Athens WV and a year at Fairmont State before moving on to farther and wider reaches. I moved to Atlanta in 1999, then to Massachusetts in 2000, and only went home to visit mom twice between '99 and this year.
Anyway, now that I no longer live in Massachusetts, and the trip home isn't as harrying and/or expensive as it used to be; and now that I have a fiance to show off, and who wanted to meet the people he was marrying into, fiance and I went home to visit my mom for Christmas. We left Maryland (where I currently reside) on Sunday morning, and struck off across I-68, stopped in Cumberland for a fantastic lunch and wandering around. There was a bagpiper to serenade us because we arrived at lunch hour, and apparently there's always a bagpiper in downtown Cumberland at lunch hour. News to me.
When fiance and I got to Clarksburg (where my mom lives), we stopped at the hotel for check-in before heading off to meet mom. I left the driving directions in the room, though, but I figured I could find it. I knew she lived next door to, or behind, my grandfather, and I knew where HE lived. So that's where I went. Except I couldn't find the street name that was on the directions, and the street my grandfather lived on wasn't the same as the streetname my mother gave me for mapquest. I asked about a dozen people if they knew where Camden Street was, and nobody had the faintest clue. Oh, and did I mention that T-Mobile apparently has no service at all in West Virginia? Because it doesn't, and I was cell phone-less, and nothing was open, and I couldn't find my mommy. I went pounding on my grandfather's front door, getting more and more angry with him for not coming to the door, and finally found somebody with a cell phone who let me use it. Nearly in tears by the time I got ahold of my mother - who told me my grandfather didn't live in that neighborhood anymore, and hadn't for years. I felt ridiculous, almost 30 years old and couldn't find my mom.
The rest of the holiday was wonderful, though, once I found everybody! And on the drive home, I kept pointing out different houses set out in the middle of nowhere, gorgeous fields and views of valleys, and saying to my fiance, "I want to live in THAT house."
He finally said, "That would be nice, but I think we're too social of creatures to be happy there for long."
So I resigned myself to leaving the rural peace and quiet to Zinnia, and just visiting once in a while.
And now that I'm home, I can get on with the business of getting my e-book released. ;)