Taking Chances.

I grew up in a very small town in the central part of Kansas. The size of town that allows you to know everyone and for everyone to know you. The size where hanging out at the square, Goodfellow's pond, or the Water Tower actually means something. Friday nights were spent dragging main with frequent stops at Sonic. Going to a party meant wearing hooded sweatshirts and tennies because they were being held at a pasture, barn, or in the middle of a dirt road (a.k.a. the dip). The size where we could get from the west side of town to the east side in a matter of minutes and I can count the number of stop lights on one hand (I guarantee if you are from my hometown, you are counting them right now, aren't you?). And believe it or not, in 8th grade, we were required to draw out a map of the town and list every street! We were excited to finally get a McDonald's and were sad to see it go. And on "game nights", you would notice that the town was quiet with the exception of a faint roar coming from the football field. I remember growing up and thinking that I could NEVER live in a big city. And although I truly miss my tiny hometown, I can honestly say that I love being somewhat of a "country" girl experiencing life in a big city. When Brian and I return from visiting our family...entering the city, surrounded by big buildings and traffic, actually makes us feel good. It feels like we are surrounded by LIFE! We're home again. And it full heartedly feels like "home". I'm glad that I took a chance and actually experienced living in a big city. Because now, eight years later, I can not see myself living in a small town. Funny how things change and life happens! Here's to taking chances.