There’s no place like home

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.

Travel.

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.

THIRTEEN years.

Good grief.

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?

Yep.

Greenfield.

There’s a wonderful comfort in just coming home.

The people.

The familiarity.

The kindness.

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:

  1. Running into someone I know in literally every place I set foot in. Even the bathroom. Of the movie theater. At midnight. On Christmas.
  2. Being called honey and sugar by every female I meet who is over the age of 15.
  3. 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.)
  4. Lion’s Paws. It’s only once a year but it’s deep and it’s real.
  5. No need for Uber. There’s certainly someone you already know wherever you may be who will give you a ride home.
  6. Going to Walmart and seeing a couple in matching camouflage coats.
  7. 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.
  8. The fact that the number of tractors in the 4-H fair parade outnumber the queen pageant contestants. Times three.
  9. 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.
  10. 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.

riley

 

 

 

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