Sunday, November 13, 2011
Right Where I Belong
Over the past four weeks, I've had the experience of visiting three major Midwestern cities. While there are myriad opportunities and a wonderful energy in urban settings, like the late John Denver though, I feel like singing, "Thank God I'm a Country Boy" (or Girl, in this case!). I am meant for life in a rural setting. I belong in a small town with ready access to the outdoors where instead of backed-up traffic on the hot pavement, there are hay bales dotting the land. Instead of the glare of city lights, there are the stars in the infinite sky. Instead of the large, fast and impersonal, business is still done slowly, genuinely over a handshake with someone you've known all of your life. I always enjoy cities because they have so much to offer, but I enjoy even more my departure from them when the cityscape gives way to expansive green space. That's when I feel liberated to be my true self. Such was the case today after my third city visit in a month. I had a great time during each visit but I am thrilled to be back in the comfort and familiarity of small-town, rural life. Right where I belong.