On the way to places like this, we pass through many small towns. Towns much like the one I grew up in, the one I couldn’t wait away from.
It makes me wonder about the people in those little one stop light communities. If they grew up there or relocated from somewhere else, if they plan to stay, and, if they do, why? Not that I think it foolish, I’m just curious.
I’ve looked back on why I ran away, far from my small town. Partly because I messed up my life there, partly because it was messing me up, mostly because I wanted to be something more.
It was short sighted but necessary.
However, I’ve reconciled this truth, I can be something more from anywhere. It doesn’t matter what town, state, or country. From a mountain top or the thick of urban sprawl. It just comes down to decisions, to do the right thing or not. To do what’s in my heart or what people tell me to do.
It took leaving to realize I was just as capable, just as human, in this area code as I was back there.
Maybe if I had a chance, I would have told my younger self that. Maybe that’s why I’m telling you.