I’ve lived in the same town my entire life. It’s a small town, but not the kind where everybody knows everybody. It’s quaint enough though. It’s an old colonial town, and if you look up and down Main Street, you can tell the port town it used to be.
But they stopped dredging the creek at the turn of the century, and it’s been building up sediment since. So nobody can even ride a kayak through there anymore, when they used to be able to drive large boats through it! Still, it’s a nice little town. I’d be lying if I said it’s quiet though. You have to go 20 minutes out from the centre of town for that. Considering Route 40, a highway, runs right through our town.
However, small towns like mine are nice to live in. The nearest store isn’t miles away, but the quiet country is just a short drive. It also isn’t like the city, where everything is always loud and moving. And, where I live, I’m lucky enough to have two states within driving distance. I live in Maryland, but have Delaware within a 5 minute drive and Pennsylvania within a 10 – 20 minute drive. Even New Jersey isn’t a long way!
However, small town living can be difficult to get used to. I know plenty of people who have moved here from the city. They haven’t liked it very much. And it isn’t just because we’re in podunk nowhere. They can’t really explain what it is…
In the high school I went to, you had a good chance to know – if only by passing – almost every one of the 1,100 students that composed the school’s populus. And, if you knew one person well enough to pass them as a friend, you also knew everybody else they hung out with – older and younger.
Small town living is difficult at times. We don’t really have a lot around here to do – so it’s gets boring. You go to the same parks, drive the same roads, see the same people on the streets – day after day, it’s always the same.
And you dream a lot, when you’re from a small town.
You dream about tall buildings, towers that soar high into the atmosphere. Or the open prairie plains. Or cities across the world. Somewhere with more substance, with strange faces, and gorgeous culture. Small towns like mine nurture, not only drug addicts, but dreamers. I am one of the latter – a dreamer, a star gazer.
I want to make this little town proud.
So, sure, small town living isn’t easy. But it isn’t hard, either, and tends to create an easy going lifestyle. Although, it also creates a craving for more – at least on my part. I can’t say that I’ve always loved this town, or that I’m proud to call it my home all the time.
But this small town will always be a part of me.
Thanks for Reading!
[All the pictures were taken by me, on Main Street]
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