When I graduated college I didn’t waste a second leaving small town, USA and moving as fast and farthest I could away from everything I knew. I was 21 after all and knew that I was ready to be on my own living in the big city.
Two weeks after graduation, I was on my own in Atlanta. After crossing three states, driving 8 hours and 550 miles I had accomplished my dream.
My parents had no sooner walked out of my shiny, new apartment to hit the interstate to head back to small town, USA when I called with hesitation and nervousness in my voice, “Dad, I think I’ve made a mistake. I don’t think I want to do this.” My dad answered, “Too bad. You’re here. Time to be an adult now.”
I was here. I was in Atlanta. I was a ‘big girl.’
That dream lasted a couple of years until one day I realized that what I wanted, wasn’t the big city anymore. I missed my family. I missed my old friends. I missed the feeling of peace that I feel when I’m in the middle of nowhere.
The decision was hard. Was packing up everything that I had worked so hard for, leaving all of the great friends I had and going back to what I already knew or so I thought, what I was supposed to do?
I was about to find out.
After accepting a job in the town I went to college, I packed up, left Atlanta and looked in the rear view mirror with hope that what I was doing was going to work out.
And you know what? It did.
Even though now I am back in a city, (the job I moved back for is a whole different story), I know that I’m right where I need to be.
If there is ever a moment of question, all I have to do is look at these pictures and everything becomes clear.
Between the gorgeous spring flowers...
Summer baseball games with my dad...
Gorgeous Arkansas views...
And days at the lake...
I realize that I love living where the green grass grows.