I love my town, but...
Do you ever dream of getting away? Doesn't every small town kid dream of leaving that small town and never looking back? I can't even count the number of times I've heard "I hate this county/town. I can't wait to get the **** outta here!" I mean, I've said it too. I've said, so many times, about how one day I'm going to leave and never come back. How I'm going to go to Australia and never come back to the states. And especially never go back to the county I grew up in.
But honestly?
I really wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life in that county. I have so many memories there that I don't want to let go of. I photoshopped this picture the other day, of me when I was a kid and last year. I'm in the exact same spot in both pictures -- leaning against the tree in the churchyard across the street from my grandparent's house.
I really feel like there's something special about that. You know?
I can see myself living there, if it was still the way I picture it to be. The town has really gone downhill as I've gotten older, and I don't know if I saw the world through the happy, carefree eyes of a child and then grew up to see reality and negativity, or if things really were different back then.
I've lived in the same town, a small town no one's ever heard of, since I was four years old. When we moved, a little more than a year ago now, out of that town, I cried so much. My biggest thing? I couldn't imagine life without my grandparents living right down the street. Is that strange? I couldn't imagine living someplace where I didn't know all the people. I don't mean know like you know their names and stories. No, I mean you see them around all the time and you know their faces.
I love that town. I love that county. God, it's so pretty where I grew up. And I can honestly see myself growing old there. Raising kids there. Being happy there.
But at the same time, I don't want to be trapped there. I want to explore. I want to go places. The world I know, aside from being at college, is Columbia County. That's the world to me. I've been to California and Florida, and I've spent time with my dad where ever he's living at any given time - Alabama, Virginia, Rhode Island... But I want to know more about the world. I want to travel. I want to explore. I want to live somewhere else and then come to the realization years and years and years from now that I miss my hometown, and then move back there and live out the rest of my life there.
But honestly?
I really wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life in that county. I have so many memories there that I don't want to let go of. I photoshopped this picture the other day, of me when I was a kid and last year. I'm in the exact same spot in both pictures -- leaning against the tree in the churchyard across the street from my grandparent's house.
I can see myself living there, if it was still the way I picture it to be. The town has really gone downhill as I've gotten older, and I don't know if I saw the world through the happy, carefree eyes of a child and then grew up to see reality and negativity, or if things really were different back then.
I've lived in the same town, a small town no one's ever heard of, since I was four years old. When we moved, a little more than a year ago now, out of that town, I cried so much. My biggest thing? I couldn't imagine life without my grandparents living right down the street. Is that strange? I couldn't imagine living someplace where I didn't know all the people. I don't mean know like you know their names and stories. No, I mean you see them around all the time and you know their faces.
I love that town. I love that county. God, it's so pretty where I grew up. And I can honestly see myself growing old there. Raising kids there. Being happy there.
But at the same time, I don't want to be trapped there. I want to explore. I want to go places. The world I know, aside from being at college, is Columbia County. That's the world to me. I've been to California and Florida, and I've spent time with my dad where ever he's living at any given time - Alabama, Virginia, Rhode Island... But I want to know more about the world. I want to travel. I want to explore. I want to live somewhere else and then come to the realization years and years and years from now that I miss my hometown, and then move back there and live out the rest of my life there.
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