Did I ever tell you how difficult it was for me to adjust to the semi-arid desert of Lubbock, when I moved here. I hated the flat, dry, brown lands. When I needed relief, I would go out to Ransom Canyon or Buffalo Springs Lake, for the hills, and water, even though the water was brown. So often those early years, and even now, I miss the hills, green, trees, and water. I would frequently go out to the canyons and hills in the parks of Lubbock, or outside of Lubbock, and sing to my self the songs I could remember from "The Sound of Music." Specifically, I would sing about the hills being alive with the sound of music. Mind you, this was before tape players were inexpensive, and other sorts of music players were not even invented. My singing is atrocious, and I could not remember all of the words.
But, I made Lubbock my home. I learned to adjust. In fact, when I go back east, and the trees, and buildings close in around me, I feel claustrophobic, because I cannot see the wide open spaces and especially the sunsets.
I still have nostalgia for the love of hills that I have. I have become a flat lander, though, because I need the wide open spaces. The assimilation of this is when I am at the top of the hills and can see the wide open spaces. That is the best!
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