I’ve been a busy beaver of sorts lately. Just started working a second job to save up money for my upcoming move. Been making all sorts of plans and putting together a very good road map of how the next couple of years of my life are going to play out. As I mentioned before, I’m going home. Home for me is a small town in Northern Lower Michigan.
Things in life work out in interesting ways. What I once thought I wanted, turns out was only an adventure to what I really needed to do. I’m not saying it will be easy. But it will be worth it in the end.
I ran across an old friend a few weeks ago. Her name is Gene. I’ve known her for a very long time. We’re talking almost 30 years, if not more. We’ve been spending wonderful amounts of time talking late into the nights remembering all the fun we had as kids and how we want to do more fun things when I get back into town. It’s been more than fantastic to be talking with her again 🙂
It’s funny. I left the small town to do things in the big city. Yet, all the years I’ve been gone, I’ve really missed all that my small town had to offer. Things the place I live now couldn’t even begin to compare too. Here I have history, commerce and ocean front beaches. Sounds nice, but the history is commercialized, the commerce is overpriced and I end up ordering most of what I need online and the ocean is dirty and green. Makes me ill to look at it. Especially after seeing what it looks like the world over.
My small town has wide open spaces. A million places to explore. History that has mainly remained untouched by time itself. It has friends that always are there for you. You can go out at night and watch the stars without street lights blinding you from the view.
Other friends like Jen and John have also chatted with me at some point since my decision to return. I can’t wait to come back to see them and hang out with them and our children 🙂
It’s not the glamorous life, it’s going to be the good life.