Deep cheese thinking...

ReinbowGrl's picture

I always felt detatched from this small town that I have lived in my entire life. And here I am, almost ready to leave this place, and I cannot imagine calling another place home. The people here know me. By name, if not by face. The lady in the bakery at Albertsons, the librarians at the public library. And it is so true, that I have grown up here. This town has watched me grow. And somedays, it felt more like a prison, than like my home. For 18 years, I have wished to escape, to live elsewhere, to put down roots that will give me stability instead of embarassment. And now, after charting my course, I know where I am going. I am not leaving. Atleast not soon. But I cannot imagine growing old in any other place. I want to raise babies in the same house that my parents did. I want the memories to sourround me, instead of drowned me. I want these people, who have watched me change, to watch me become who I will be. To see my children grow, as they have seen me grow. They always talk about being part of a community and I never had a strong sence of being part of a larger group. And now, it hits me. And I'm sitting in the library, coughing out my lungs because I probably have bronchitis again and I for once, can say that I love this town. And I will always know where home is...