Several yeas back my family made the great migration to West Virginia, following some friends who were basically priced out of NJ by spiraling costs and taxes. After many tries in different towns, my mother and her sisters settled down ironically in a picturesque town along the Ohio River called Sitstersville. With a town ferry and mansion like Victorian homes still present as a reminder of their bountiful oil and gas history, it is a peaceful place for my family to find a home.
Sometimes I feel as if I have lived many lives. The New Jersey Laura, big hair and all, the artist Laura who lived in Florida, the European Laura and luckily for me, the Laura the West Virginian. Before I was married I was blessed to spend time getting to walk in the hills and meet the amazingly colorful locals who added much to the depth of my life and knowledge. Never a truer person has been met than a West by God Virginian. It was here that I learned your word is your bond.
As interesting as I found meeting my neighbors here I believe they too enjoyed meeting the fast moving fast talking New Jersey-ans. I learned much about life from my quietly brilliant neighbor Norman. His life lessons I still hold close.
by lthek
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