How is it, that simply seeing your "welcome" sign sends gives me a rush of joy? How can it be, that nothing but an arbitrary line on a map can turn out to be so much more? That line means something here. The atmosphere is different. If all the world's a stage, I've definitely stepped into the proscenium between the everyday world and an earthly paradise.
And your past, Virginia, your past, it packs its layers of suffering and success into every acre. There is not a mile that goes by without a hallmark of the past; a graveyard, monument, or marker, all saying "History happened here".
Now I'm sure I can't speak for all of you, Virginia. I'm sure there are houses that are not homes, and people who are not kind or good. But my Virginia, the way I choose to see you, are a masterpiece.