Sometimes this sign feels like a welcome home.

Sometimes this sign feels like a stop on my journey.

Sometimes this sign feels like it’s just mocking me.

And sometimes I don’t even notice this sign as I drive by.

Sometimes I wonder if I should always try to find a reason for this sign to make me smile or embrace the times it makes me sigh.

Sign of the times?

Sign of the place?

Just West of Nowhere.

Living somewhere between total contentment and what the hell are we doing here.

Just have to remind myself, most of us live here. We remember where we were. Don’t take enough time to appreciate where we are. Wonder where we are going.

Here I am, where the sunsets are beautiful and life feels right more than not. But on occasion……sigh.

Author: justwestofnowhere

Wife, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend. Left the comfort and convenience of living in town after 50 something years to live Just West of Nowhere. Why? Not sure, but working on it. View all posts by justwestofnowhere