If I Lived In A Small Town

Over the past few months, I have really been thinking about people who live in small towns. Not just any kind of person that lives in a small town, but people who live in a small town and remain in that small town. From kindergarten to university, they know the majority of people around them. They know the people, the never changing local stores, and typically not too much happens. They grew up with the same friend groups and they are satisfied. Sometimes I want to be those people. Everything is certain and concrete for them. In my mind I wouldn't encounter many surprises and familiarity would be my best friend. Growth wouldn't be something I lacked because I could always drive over to a major city to experience the unknown. I would always drive back to my comfort zone within 48 hours. Where everything is the same, safe, and familiar.

In my head, I picture a small town with a beautiful river where I would take walks and have a lot of picnics with my two close friends. The town I would live in would be developed enough to have a Trader's Joe and a lot of the major shopping complexes. Gas would not be a problem because my town isn’t big enough to empty my tank untimely and when I drive around it sustains me. The small to medium “sizeness” of the town is like a warm blanket, not too much can happen without it being identified. I would also hope in this town people would be open-minded and educated. It would be like a community of well-intentioned people living together, whom all know each other. I would live by the sea and be neighbors with my friends. Every morning we will poke our heads over each other 's fence to say, “Good morning!” There would be a set routine with splashes of surprises. I would have a garden, and I would share my excess fruits and vegetables with my neighbors. Maybe even sell some at the local farmer’s market. A life like this sounds so interesting to me right now, I never thought it would.

Pearl