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00:13 and 05:42
May. 3rd, 2011 11:18 amI roll over and look at my mobile phone, which I use as my alarm clock as well. The display reads "00:13." I lay back and listen to the sounds. After a few minutes I heard the one I was anticipating, that of an engine. It's neither a rumble nor a whine, but it's the sound of my wife's ZR-7s as she arrives home from work. Between that and hearing her open the front door I relax. It's probably silly, but I always worry.
She quietly goes about some things. Before she comes into the bedroom I hear another sound from outside, a distant freight train, sounding its horn as it approaches the many grade-crossings throughout Durham. This always amazes me because the nearest point of the tracks are over two miles from me.
This morning, I awoke at 05:42, a few minutes before my usual alarm time, which proved fortuitous because I disabled that alarm at some point and had not enabled it again. As I began to go about my morning routine I heard again a freight train in the distance, making its way though the City of Medicine.
I feel an increasing sense of "home" here. Not just with this house and neighborhood, but city and region. That the Bull City is where I belong. It's a sense I never had in PA, even in what is ostensibly my hometown - where I grew-up and lived until my 30s. I never really felt I fit there; not that there were no people to whom I can relate - there were several, in fact, some of whom remain there and some have moved elsewhere as well - but as a whole.
We all find our places in life, and there are various facets to finding those places. I believe I have found some of mine.
She quietly goes about some things. Before she comes into the bedroom I hear another sound from outside, a distant freight train, sounding its horn as it approaches the many grade-crossings throughout Durham. This always amazes me because the nearest point of the tracks are over two miles from me.
This morning, I awoke at 05:42, a few minutes before my usual alarm time, which proved fortuitous because I disabled that alarm at some point and had not enabled it again. As I began to go about my morning routine I heard again a freight train in the distance, making its way though the City of Medicine.
I feel an increasing sense of "home" here. Not just with this house and neighborhood, but city and region. That the Bull City is where I belong. It's a sense I never had in PA, even in what is ostensibly my hometown - where I grew-up and lived until my 30s. I never really felt I fit there; not that there were no people to whom I can relate - there were several, in fact, some of whom remain there and some have moved elsewhere as well - but as a whole.
We all find our places in life, and there are various facets to finding those places. I believe I have found some of mine.
