In my adult life, I’ve moved around a bit, long enough to get familiar with a town, but not long enough to know it. My last move has resulted in my longest stay. While it’s exciting to discover a new place (new people, new shortcuts, new donuts), really learning the heartbeat of a place is a special honor. Why? Just like discovering the wondrous secret details of a person, knowing a place is bewitching.
That tree that blooms fluffy, fuzzy blooms for approximately 2 days a year, I’ve run my hands through it multiple times. Cue the ice cream truck that's parked at the cross streets on my daily springtime walk. At the exact time each day I hear it's rumbling motor and smell the sugar cones. That gargoyle-sque carved creature above an office building entrance, (which I convince myself I am the only person in the world who notices), I see and give an undercover wink.
Perhaps there is comfort in understanding the patterns and the tiny details of a place, that are too minute to take in upon first glance. Do you think as humans, we crave both the idea of knowing something steady and also the chance to continue to discover more each passing day? Maybe that might be a bit of the magic of knowing a place.