I couldn’t wait to leave my hometown when I was 18.
In my opinion, Greenfield was the most boring and backwoods place on earth.
I saw the same people all the time. I did the same things every day.
I was young and knew everything, and all I wanted was to get out of there and see the world.
Meet new and exciting people.
And I spent my twenties doing just that.
I played my guitar and sang at any place that would have me.
I slept wherever. Sometimes on a stranger’s couch. Sometimes in my Jeep.
I think I had something like 48 addresses in that ten year period, and I loved it so much.
It was a lifestyle that allowed me to experience everything and commit to nothing.
Then right before my 30th birthday, something happened that changed my life completely.
I got pregnant.
I decided it was time to get my life together and put down some roots.
I quit my bartending job and started working in ER registration at Community Hospital. I moved out of my scary apartment and bought a little brick ranch home in Indianapolis. In short, I quickly attempted to transform myself into an adult.
Within the following couple of years, I got married and had another child.
Apparently life decided I needed to learn commitment and patience through raising a child with autism.
That was almost 13 years ago now.
During that time I have raised two pretty fantastic kids who are now teenagers.
Now that life has battered me up a bit, subtracted a husband, and added some painful wisdom, guess where my kids and I have landed?
There’s a wonderful comfort in just coming home.
All of the things that once annoyed me so much are the very things I now adore.
Being called by my name at local businesses.
Feeling safe enough to walk down the street at 9 p.m.
Seeing a police cruiser every 2 minutes.
Friday night football games.
If you’re from Greenfield, or any small town really, you understand what I mean.
So in honor of my fellow Greenfieldians, here are the top 10 things I missed about you:
- Running into someone I know in literally every place I set foot in. Even the bathroom. Of the movie theater. At midnight. On Christmas.
- Being called honey and sugar by every female I meet who is over the age of 15.
- Driving behind an old Chevy pick-up truck going 19 mph in a 25 mph zone, and noticing both the driver AND passenger are wearing giant cowboy hats and smoking stogies…and both are women. (Yes, that actually happened.)
- Lion’s Paws. It’s only once a year but it’s deep and it’s real.
- No need for Uber. There’s certainly someone you already know wherever you may be who will give you a ride home.
- Going to Walmart and seeing a couple in matching camouflage coats.
- Running into my former school teachers at local eateries and realizing we are only 10 years apart in age, when back in the day they seemed ancient.
- The fact that the number of tractors in the 4-H fair parade outnumber the queen pageant contestants. Times three.
- Going to the farmers market and buying produce and groceries from actual farmers, instead of hipsters who look like Where’s Waldo drunk on kombucha.
- An endless supply of good ole boys with pickup trucks to help me move large objects.
Top 10 things I haven’t missed about my hometown:
Same list. 🙂
Just kiddin, y’all.
It only took me 25 years to learn that regardless of how far I’ve wandered, there really is no place like home.