It is funny how I was so ready to get out of there. I was chomping at the bit, counting down the days until graduation when I could pack up and get out of that town. I would run away and never look back. I hated everything about it. I hated the area, I hated the people, the drama, the fact that everyone knew me and my business. I hated the responsibility and the stress. Yet, now that it is all gone, now that I traded it all, I really miss it. I know I have said it before but it is true, it is always the things that you take for granted, the things that you are so ready to give up that you wish you had back when you lose them.
Growing up in that town, going to that school, made me who I am. It pushed me to discover myself, to learn, to grow, to become an adult. It caused me to challenge God, and my beliefs, it forced me to look at my life and what I wanted to become. I absolutely love the people there, I love that everyone knows me, I love the town, the food, the culture. I miss everything about it. The view of the mountain, the field with the old oak tree, summers hanging out on the air strip. All the friends and memories made in that little town. It is my home and it always will be.
Every time I go back to visit it breaks my heart to leave. I am safe there, it is who I am, I am free to be me, it is easy, I don't have to worry, life is simpler when you are home.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love college, this little college town is the cutest. There is nothing to do here, but that just makes you get creative, I have gone on so many great adventures with my friends, who have become my family. One day I am going to go back home and share that piece of my life with someone and I hope that they love it as much as I do.
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