With Blue Ridge Mountain majesties in my rearview mirror and Mill Mountain Coffee in my hand, I crank up Barenaked Ladies on Spotify and sigh. Suddenly, the blue and green motherland is blurry and I consider pulling the car over for a moment. “Pinch Me” was always a feel-good song for me, but today it is a call to my messy life. “I feel fine enough, I guess. Considering everything’s a mess…”By the time the chorus comes, a sob finds its way out into the weary old Corolla. It’s interesting how some of the most fun songs can have such serious undertones.
Ever since I left the Blue Ridge Mountains, I’ve looked back in regret. I missed blessings that were right in front of my face because I kept looking back. Then, I realized them and was grateful for them. And I still am thankful for all of it. We all have a place that is home in our hearts, no matter where we are, and for me, that is the wonderful, magical world of Southwestern Virginia. A place where I grew up, made friends and swore I “had to get the hell out of” just like every other restless teenager does.
Well, guess what, restless 40-year-old? It’s okay. It will always be home to you, no matter what you’re doing or where you are. And until I’m back again, “Odds Are” I’m gonna be all right.
Be well and rock on,
Rachael
unsung throes 