When I was growing up, I hated my hometown. It’s a small river town, and there weren’t a lot of activities available that I enjoyed. I could not wait to graduate high school and leave. I knew it’d be hard and I would miss my family, but I didn’t feel like I belonged there. The kids I grew up with were all intolerant and learned it from the generations before them, most seemed unwilling to change. The only department store within 40 miles was the local Walmart. Even the “local” mall was a 30-minute drive. Our main activities were fishing and hiking. The only time I felt normal was when I was playing softball and basketball (yes, I was a tomboy growing up).
As life happens, I ended up moving back to my hometown. I was miserable the first few years. I kept thinking that I had failed and it was my only option left as everything else had not worked out. The truth is, that strong foundation that was made with my family allowed me the opportunity to leave a bad situation.
Now, I’m learning to love this town where I grew up so prepared to leave.
This town is changing, much to my surprise. The intolerance is still here, but definitely not as prevalent as it once was. We have more stores available, some restaurants have moved in, and the city built a nice walking path along the river. Here, we focus a lot on the river. Now we have a place you can rent pontoon boats and jet skis. There is a small paddle boarding community. There are all kinds of canoe and kayak rides for various reasons throughout the summer. There are multiple festivals that take place throughout the city at the river levee or the parks near the river. And my personal favorite is we now have a few car shows a year that are bringing in more and more every time.
In fairness, some of these things were available as a kid, however, they were nowhere near the size they are now. In fact, in school, it was frequently mentioned to someone who stated they went to a local festival something snarky like, “What did you do with the other 47 hours of your weekend?”
In the last year, I have really been focusing on building my own paradise. I am tired of waiting on certain situations to happen to do things that I desire. It is working out really well currently. I am in a much better mental space than I was at this time last year. I am not “waiting for a house” to decorate my apartment. I am not “waiting on a friend to be available” for my daily walk or workout.
One thing I have noticed, though, is how much I’m enjoying my hometown. There are things here that I can’t do in other places. I may not be living on a beach right now, but I am living in a river town. It’s still water. No, I don’t go swimming in the river, but I can still pack a picnic lunch and set up a blanket near the river. I can still watch the sunset sitting on the banks of the river with loved ones. I can even go out on a boat and enjoy the day in the sun.
There are things here that other areas don’t do nor understand. For example, I will never forget the time I brought a friend home from college and we grabbed some ice cream by the river. While we were eating the ice cream, a barge came down the river. She had never seen a barge. She was mind-blown. She wanted to know what that was and why we still used such a vessel. I couldn’t help but laugh as this was a normal part of my childhood. She grew up in a land-locked town and she missed out on these kinds of views.
We have some local restaurants here that serve dishes that other places do not have on their menus – a variation of the south’s Frito pie but with Doritos, multiple corn and tomato dishes, etc. My personal favorite is that I can walk into almost any local restaurant and order a “lemon shake” and it is not going to be a milkshake: it’s a lemonade made with fresh lemons that are literally shaken up.
I have learned to love these things that make my town great. I am embracing the uniqueness of my town. And it’s making me want to travel and see the other things that are unique in other areas.
When I visited a friend in South Carolina, I had to snack on boiled peanuts. When I was visiting a friend in Cincinnati, I needed to try goetta. Another friend from Arkansas one time brought me a fried pie and was excited to share that piece of her hometown with me.
I don’t know where I’m headed next, but I am learning to embrace where I am right now and enjoy the things and people around me. Does anyone care to share where I should go and what I need to try when I get there?