The other day someone wrote to me and said, "I'll be coming to your state next week." And I thought, "I wonder why he's going to West Virginia?" He wasn't. He was coming to California. But I still, in my marrow, think of you as "my state." I only hope you still think of me as your son.
I have grandparents and great-grandparents buried in your ground. I have family living in the curves of your hills. I have pieces of me scattered all across your land. And I have the best parts of you locked here in my heart.
Although my family is buried across the Ohio in Steubenville, I understand exactly what he is saying,. For me, whereever I lived, I was from West Virginia and going home meant West Virginia. Being dragged back at least once a year for a dose of hills injected that love into DH, and although from time to time he reverts to Illinoisan in a comment, he also has grown to love this State. To illustrate - while away, I had at least 2 or 3 trips in some stage of planning and since coming back, I leave only when I have to (the Europe trip was special to see my brother) for family stuff or business. I am now content with where I am and WHO I am.
As we traveled around the Country, we encountered many people from West Virginia and there were only 2 categories, no middle of the road. They were either "I would go back in a heartbeat if I could make a living" or the "I don't care if I ever see that GD, god-forsaken State again as long as i live". But many, who cannot get back in their lifetime, come home to be buried.
Thank you, JB. It was nice to read what I felt put into words. Growing up, I could not wait to get out of WV, and after i left, I could not wait to get back!.