I had two funerals in three days this week. I found myself in my husband’s home town. There was no smog and I could see the stars. I awoke to the sound of birds, cows, and sheep. Cotton floated through the air. I wore shorts, low pigtails, and didn’t have a stitch of makeup on my face. I sat on the front porch and drank a Coke. I ran barefoot through the grass after my children.
I do well in the city. I swim through the streets like all of the other city fish. But that isn’t how I grew up. It isn’t who I really am. Inside of my core, I will always be a small town girl. I wave at strangers and never seem to eat a meal alone. Rural life shows up in my writing. It shows up in my attitude, and I’m utterly content with it. It wasn’t always this way, but I’ve grown.
4 Comments on “Small Town Girl”
Sigh…wish you could attend the STSF this summer…It shall be as rural as you can get.
Mercedes, you’re speaking my language. I can’t run away from my small town roots no matter how hard I try. After years of wind sprints, I embrace them.
I’m writing an urban fantasy and already regretting not letting my poor main character have a more comfortable, rural life. At least she’s got a garden.
I love living in a small town. I miss some of the convenience of city life, but not enough to go back to it willingly.
I lived in the city for eight years. I loved it. My small town life now, feels right with my family. I enjoy it. 😀
sorry about the funerals.