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The Comfort of Home
Although I have traveled very little in my life, I have dreams of traveling to faraway places. I long to learn new cultures, experience ancient architecture, dine on exotic cuisine and leave all my cares behind. When I have had the opportunity to travel a few times in my life, I was running recklessly in whatever direction my chosen destination took me with not even a quick glance back over my shoulder. Every single time, around day five, I ached for the familiarity of my beloved Roanoke Valley. Feelings of comfort return at different points, depending on my route home.
When returning home from the air, I prefer to fly during daylight. Cresting the mountain tops and peeking from my window seat, waiting impatiently for the cup to emerge from the circle of green. The southern tip flanked by the star on Mill Mountain I have been in awe of since childhood. The warmth and comfort returns as I take pride in recognition of the landmarks. First the Mill Mountain Star, with memories of riding the small train around the zoo after petting the animals when I was a child and watching fireworks on the fourth of July from the overlook and feeling like you could reach out and touch them if you had the nerve. Then, looking down the span of 581 and Williamson Road and remembering when Valley View Mall was nothing but a field of green alongside the highway. Then landing at Roanoke Regional Airport, wondering why the hot-air balloon festival didn’t last and thinking the new airport is so much more architecturally pleasing while retaining the neighborly feeling I adore about Roanoke.
When returning by car from the south on 220, Dodge’s Store in Bassett is the point I begin to feel close. Everything is familiar from that point in. The curve in the road resumes, the rolling hills once again have effect on the blacktop. The road signs begin to indicate lower numbers in the miles until I am home. Anxiety decreases with each lowering number. Boones Mill punctuates the feeling as I know I must slow to obey the 45 mile per hour speed limit or pay the price. I often warn out-of-towners of this point on 220 north as well. The little store is where my Dad would buy me fireworks when I was young. The apple festival is something all Roanokers look forward to every September. The festival offers a fresh apple harvest, the homemade apple butter, cider and a touch of country so close to the city.
When returning from the south on I-81, Christiansburg is my point of release. I always hope for time to stop at the Cracker Barrel Restaurant, as we do not have one in Roanoke. Past this point the road begins curving like with its 220 sister road. The tar cuts through the mountain side rockiness as it envelopes me and carries me into the valley. Salem is a crown jewel of Roanoke, a small city in its own right, also combining old and new with the perks of being a college town. Roanoke College is well known and respected from afar. Memories of hanging out with the locals at Mac-n-Bobs and eating tasty sandwiches named after family and local folk you only get to know by living and working there. Memories of taking my oldest to Longwood Park when he could barely walk because there is no other place around like it. People sunning on blankets, riding bikes and children squealing with delight while being pushed on the swings. And, oh how we all miss Lakeside Amusement Park. Our very own roller coaster, ferris wheel and fun park. It has been replaced two weeks every summer by an awesome Salem Fair, but only those of us over 30 have the grand Lakeside memories from our childhood. All, once again, just around the bend as I-81 curves right and takes me home where I belong.
When returning from the North, Lexington is the point I long for after so many miles of I-81 south with uninteresting landmarks. Memories of my son’s excitement the first time he went to basketball camp at Virginia Military Institute. The history of the small town, the statuesque landmarks to enjoy and learn from, the quaintness of the small town, the pride and knowledge of the residents. Then the amazement of Natural Bridge and disbelief something I have been so close to all my life is one of only seven natural wonders of the entire world. And, once again, the fondness I have for the zoo and the memories of not only going there as a child but also seeing the excitement in my children’s eyes when I took them for the first time. Feeding peanuts to the monkeys and interacting with all the animals, picnicking on the lawn and not leaving until a trinket to cherish was bought from the small gift shop. All of which we are lucky enough to experience on a day trip from Roanoke.
Returning to Roanoke, my home sweet home, returns a feeling of comfort, contentment and relaxation. Where I don’t have to look for road names, or wonder where the best place to go for any reason is. I have my favorites I share with others when they visit from out of town. I have yet to beat the taste of the cheeseburger at Burger in the Square, though I fear the destiny of the Roanoke Market Building will be to permanently close as I listen to daily updates on WSLS, my favorite channel 10 news station. My favorite place to shop is still Tanglewood Mall although I am forced to the youthful crowds and larger square footage of Valley View at times I need a greater selection. For a Sunday breakfast, Famous Anthony’s on Crystal Spring Avenue can’t be beat, particularly in the spring when we sit on the patio enjoying the neighbors strolling by and the tree-lined streets in bloom. And the market downtown, any time of year, has seasonal fruits and vegetables, crafts from local artisans and friendly folk not afraid to smile. Occasionally offering the added excitement of a parade, live music or a food or seasonal festival for all ages to enjoy. Roanoke is the perfect size city to grow up in and I do not dream of taking my children elsewhere to spend their childhood. Without being overwhelming in size, the community is constantly improving itself, like recently adding the incredible Taubman Museum of Art, while holding on the quaint familiarity that makes everyone feel so welcome.
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Thank you -
John