Small Town  

curious082385 31F
4230 posts
4/8/2006 1:51 pm

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4/12/2006 1:50 am

Small Town

Now, the town that I live in is pretty small. I hated it when I was younger...having to drive 30 minutes to get to a movie theater or mall was hard to convince your parents to do. Once I got my license and car though, my opinion began to change. I can take a midnight drive and not see anyone else the entire time....just me, my music and the road. If I'm broken down on the side of the road, almost every car will stop to make sure I'm okay. I can, and have, called my neighbors in the middle of the night when I need help.

This morning, my sister and I decided to go out to breakfast. There is a wonderful little restaurant not far from our house that probably has some of the best food I've ever found. It is small, but always packed. The walls are cheerily cluttered with Old Wild West type mementos of our towns cattle history...old barb wire rolls, black and white pictures of Main St, horse shoes, dishes and such. It is situated on the corner of Main St, just a block from the old train station. All of the buildings are original. The sidewalks are raised up four feet from street level...they used to drive the cattle down the streets from the auction yard to the train station...so the sidewalks were raised to keep the cows from wandering into the shops.

Anyway, we walked in and were instantly greeted by the occupants of several different tables. After being shown to our seats, we wandered around, stopping by to say hi and catch up on gossip and small talk. As we sat down and ate, I kept watching people. Occupants of different tables were talking, waving hello across the room while waitresses who have been there since it opened took orders and called nearly everyone by name.

It doesn't matter where I end up living or how much I might love the place I end up settling. This will always be "my town". This was the place and the feeling and the atmosphere that I missed when I moved away. I could leave, find happiness elsewhere...I have in fact. But when I drive over that old bridge, see the same old men sitting out in front of the store fronts, when I hear the train whistle as it comes across the river...that's when I know I'm home.

Just one of the things that I love about where I'm from.


So what about you? Is there a particular town, place or state that will always be "home"? What makes it so special? Why do you love it?


elysianpleasure 47M

4/8/2006 7:27 pm

Sounds like a wonderful place. I grew up in a small town that grew up around me. My dad was a local minister, he was the police and fire chaplin... and it seemed everyone new him and his family. My father retired and we've moved away and when I go back the town I loved has grown up and changed. It is still my town in my memories... but not in reality. I can't go to "his" church and see someone else preach. I am New York guy... but I do feel at times like I am without a town. Thanks for sharing your wonderful story.


curious082385 replies on 4/9/2006 11:59 pm:
Of course, having everyone know who you are as it's advantages and disadvantages. Small town gossip for one. But I love it here.

rm_1hotwahine 63F
21091 posts
4/9/2006 11:08 am

This is a tough question for me right now because I'm trying to figure out how to disentangle myself from this adopted town that I love so very much. Lemme think about it and come back.

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]


curious082385 replies on 4/10/2006 12:00 am:
Yes, I know...I have noticed that dilemma on your blog.

sassybelle21 32F
13313 posts
4/10/2006 2:17 am

Sounds like a very friendly town. Oh I really don't know if I should say this but after spending time in Springfield, MO during the entire summer of 2005, it feels like home there more than my real home. I just love the friendly people and the Southern hospitality. Besides, it's pretty easy to get around the entire city by just riding their public buses. I found peace there too. When I had to leave after I got done with my exchange-internship program, I left my heart and new life behind. It was hard.


curious082385 replies on 4/10/2006 4:38 am:
It is, as long as you stay on the good sides of the local gossips. I know what you mean, the warmth of the southerners is one of the things that I miss the most about life in FL.

aascrompn 42M
6444 posts
4/10/2006 8:52 am

Toronto, Ontario, Canada is the place that I call home. I actually love to drive there from Georgia. I get a feeling of homecoming every time I cross the border. When I see the CN Tower, I get a huge sense of pride for my original country.


curious082385 replies on 4/10/2006 9:13 am:
Atlanta to Canada?? That is one heck of a drive!
As to the sense of homecoming....I remember when we were driving back on our return move from FL to CA....we came around a turn and there was the Central Valley spread out below us. I was giddy and hyper the rest of the way home.

rm_kelli4u2dew 41F
5220 posts
4/11/2006 5:45 pm

My parents' house in the mountains outside of Boulder, Colorado. Other than an occasional car on the road, it's quiet, just the birds and the wind, the mountains, the trees. It will always be home.


curious082385 replies on 4/12/2006 1:51 am:
My house is like that too...always quiet. I love it.

Good to have you back with us...missed you around here.

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