I was always the girl that was ready to get out of her hometown. I wasn't happy with the people, the things to-do, the restaurants; everything about it honestly just did not feel like me. So when the time to go to college came, I was ready to go as far away as I possibly could. I went on the college search to countless out of state schools, counting the hours it would take to get back home. And when the day finally came, I never looked back as I packed the car and got ready for my new journey. I was ready to go, I was ready for change.
But I realized that there is something magical about coming back about going back to familiarity and comfort. When I came back for Thanksgiving Break I was reminded of everything that made my town magical. As I drove across the bridge and looked out on to the sparkling lake, I smiled. As I chased the sunset surrounded by mountains with leaves changing colors, I laughed. I laughed because the place I once hated so much, I realized was the best place I could have asked to grow up. The small town charm, the never ending pastures, and the friendly people were exactly the things I needed. I needed a warm inviting loving place, a place that no matter where you turned it felt like home.
Sometimes I guess it takes being removed from a situation to realize how meaningful it is to you. My high school self would think I am insane for even thinking about writing this post. But this trip helped me to realize that sometimes you need the comforts of your hometown. I left home inspired, but more importantly I left home happy. I left home happy with the way my life played out and I realized that I am so thankful to have grown up where I did. It was a simple Thanksgiving lesson, to appreciate life and appreciate imperfection. To trust that in every moment you are exactly where you need to be.