While I always knew I wanted to be in a big city for a while or forever, there is a certain charm to having a small hometown to come back to. And having that kind of upbringing.
I guess it's a best of both worlds sit.
There is an odd comfort in knowing everyone in town and knowing some things don't change.
I mean I could walk around the Fulton Wal-Mart blind, while sad, there is something to be said for that. If I go out in Fulton for whatever reason, I see at least one person I know. I enjoy that in little doses (every 6 months)
Like my dad and I went to this "classy" dive diner in town and they didn't have a side he wanted, so the owner brought us 3 other sides to make up for it. That just doesn't happen in a big city.
I couldn't ever live here, that's for sure, but I do miss it. Something I didn't think would ever happen until I moved across the country. I guess part of that "you don't know what you have until it's gone" saying applies. Kinda.
I wanted to leave and grow up and do big things. And I'm working on that, but coming back to a town where people knew you when you still couldn't talk keeps you grounded.
I just want to be appreciative. If this year taught me anything, it is to appreciate all the good things I have in my life. Big and small, the things you can count on to be there when you need them to are priceless.
Do I sound old?
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