Happy one year to meeeeee!
I’ve officially been with the Nerdwork for a year now and I couldn’t be more thankful to be associated with such cool dudes and ladies.
In celebration, I put aside special time to pound out and pen down this adventure for you!
My favorite. Evah.
This one needs no hook.
No cute quip.
This one is just….Wow.
One of those places you walk in and realize you’re holding your breath.
We had seen so many pictures. Heard stories. Huge campus, old equipment, grime, peeling paint, everything you could ask for in an explore.
This place is still abandoned and pretty well known around here (and it’s my favorite), so I’m refraining from any detailed information about it.
Sorry, no history today Kids.
The town itself was two streets intersecting settled in nothing but forest. Orange brick peaking through the trees drew us forward and buildings started emerging from the green.
We couldn’t wrap our heads around what we had just found.
You know that feeling when you ride your first roller coaster?
Your feet don’t feel like they are on solid ground anymore, the air is sucked from your lungs, eyes wide, your body frozen.
That was how I felt stepping onto this campus for the first time. (And every time after that)
Nothing we had explored had been this massive.
I stopped at everything, took long looks at each room, pulled into my retinas the colors of peeling lead paint.
Hallways were never ending, encompassed in bright white pleasantly accentuated by the light pouring through our morning explore.
Pushing aside the overgrowth between buildings to find ourselves in the center of everything. I have never felt smaller.
We decide to explore right to left. This lead to darkness, which opened up into magnificence.
Light illuminated food trays left behind, pouring from a cleared room we were drawn into.
This place instantly took my breath away.
I stared up into the stained glass and just was still.
It gave us new perspective on beauty in decay. Mother nature had reclaimed the grounds, started her way up each building clawing it back unto her. Re-carpeting the floors with life, issuing herself permission to have it all.
I could lay on the floor under this stained glass for hours.
Finding something new each minute.
It was quiet, which added to the serenity.
The only noises were the wind pushing through open windows, water dripping, finding its way to the lowest levels with gravity’s help.
We were indoors, but also outside.
The view was next to capture my breath.
At the end of a hallway, a little darker than the rest, was an open window leading to the roof.
A path in the rust colored tile lead us to the peak overlooking the valley we had just driven through.
You could see until the horizon it seemed. And then some.
Everything the light touches, Simba…
Pulling away from feeling on top of the world, walking down each hallway, inspecting every room we found old remnants of the past inhabitants. Little glimpses into past life here.
The entire trip I was constantly in awe of the architecture. Beautifully accented staircases entwined in curled metal railings. Columns carefully carved. Each paint color seemed to even be particularly chosen.
I’ll stop gushing and just give you something to look at.
Maybe you’ll feel the spark of what we did.
It’s such a shame something so stunning was left to fall apart in the middle of a quiet town.
Leaving we took a look back and finally let our breathing return to normalcy.
I was in love and I didn’t want to let her go.
Sounds silly as I type it, but yanno, whatever.
Every time we’ve gone back its been the same wonderful euphoria and every single time we find something different for our eyes to dance with.
Please leave them in the rectangle for me to ponder.
We’ve been traveling more, so also check out the Insta : @wakeupyoureyes and say Hi!
Maybe we’ll be in your area soon!
Thanks again guys, it being my year-versary and all I really caught the feels.