I’ve realized recently that I’ve changed a lot over the past year.
For instance…when I graduated from high school I removed myself from Tom Bean, TX as quickly as possible. I went “away” to college…I moved to Dallas after that…and I tried as hard as I could to visit as infrequently as possible. It wasn’t my family that I didn’t want to see…I saw them quite a bit. I just didn’t enjoy the small time life any more. I didn’t want to be that person…
To those of you that make live in a small town (and love it)…I don’t mean to say that your life isn’t fantastic, enviable even. I loved growing up where and how I did…and there are certain aspects about it that I’ve always missed. But, I guess I fancied myself more metropolitan than that. And, I somehow felt that once I entered the city limits of Tom Bean, TX, I became the girl who I was when I lived there. Timid, unsure, and afraid.
I visited my parents last weekend for the first time in a year. Even when I lived in Dallas I visited sporadically. We would usually meet halfway and have a dinner date or shop…that was more convenient that either of us driving the entire distance.
I realized something last weekend.
I miss living in a small town. I even miss living close to my parents. And…when I move back…I can kind of picture myself living there again. Crazy, right? I’m pretty sure I would last about 10 days before the town of 900 people became very claustrophobic and way too familiar…but the fact that I’m even considering it surprises me. Who knows?
