Monday, October 10, 2011

Musing Update:

My beloved sister mused recently on the pluses and minuses of living in the country and the possibility of relocating her family back in our hometown. I know I've muttered about it here now and again, usually when I've just spent some time down there in the boonies.

I can't help it. It's back again.

There are a million reasons it wouldn't be feasible for me to move back to the hometown. A MILLION. There aren't many professional, well-paying jobs in that neck of the wood for a single female. I have a great job now that I love and that pays well, and that would be hard to give up. High speed internet is few-and-far-between and expensive as all hell, and I very much hate the idea of giving that up. Yeah, I know.

I'm a lot more involved with community theater than I ever thought I would be and find, to my surprise, that I love it, and there's no community theater in such a small area as my hometown. I still have great friends here that I would miss terribly, that are as close as family, while I've gotten used to being away from those friends back in my hometown (which sounds kinda bad when it's written out like that, heh). I love bumping into them on the Fourth of July and such, but hey.

Etc. etc. etc.

On the other hand, one of the heaviest reasons for staying was my house, and that's almost a year gone now. While I'm happy enough in my apartment and extremely grateful to have it, I'm not particularly attached to it. My friends and my job, yes. My place of residence? Not so much.

Hometown football games. I really miss those. I loved rooting for my boys. I was my team's most devoted fan in high school and would love to be so again.

The great outdoors. Just being out in the boonies where it's more unusual to see a car than not, where people wave at each other when they pass on the road, where everything is six-degrees-of-Kevin-Bacon (you might not know someone, but you know someone related to them or who married into the family). Where you go to Gordon's Orchard to get your Halloween pumpkins and your winter apples. Where there are really only two grocery stores, and one's sort of a gas station, too.

Parades where you actually know the people and businesses represented. The rodeo. Riding horses at Dad's. Bumping into your old English teacher at one of those two grocery stores. Jump Stop pizza (and not much else, heh).

Oh, so many reasons to go home. Oh, so many reasons to stay home.

So yeah, I'm feeling torn. In my more logical moments (about 90% of the time), I reason with myself that I will always retire to my hometown. That would be a much better time for me to move back and truly enjoy the delights of the country. I wouldn't have to make a living, just enjoy it. I have too much to do here where I've made myself a little nook that I fit into quite nicely to leave just yet.

But oh, when I look around as I'm driving and see those oh-so-familiar fields of my youth. When I amble around the square before the annual fireworks display and feel so at home. When I lean against the corral fence at Dad's and reach up to pet the horses. When I stand on his back deck and look across at all that green, all that open space, all those gorgeous old trees....

It's like I'm two people. If only I were twins, right?

2 Comments:

At 7:44 PM, Anonymous Katie said...

It's like a chain of country town musings, because now I'm hooked onto it. My favourite thing about the country? The slightly more favourable ratio of utter morons to reasonable people. I love the idea of being back in a place where there are actual boundaries between towns (not to mention vast open tracts of land). But then practicality comes along and drowns everything out. There aren't any jobs (unless you're in construction or a trade)... On the other hand, the day I find some awesome job in a country town or city, I am so there.

 
At 8:34 PM, Blogger GutterBall said...

Amen, sister. Amen.

Practicality is a right bitch, but there's always the dream. That's the reason I occasionally spend that dollar on a PowerBall ticket.

Because practicality is a right bitch.

 

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