Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Small Town

Sometimes the "small town mentality" can drive me crazy. I've traveled to Europe and Africa, as well as lived in the Caribbean for two years so I know firsthand how experiencing another culture can expand your horizons (both literally and figuratively). I'm married to a man who is now a US citizen, but spent the first 25 years of his life outside of this country, so I experience this cultural differnce on a daily basis. It's a huge world out there and I think experiencing other cultures can change the way you think in a way reading or watching movies can't compare to.

Okay. I love this blog. I intended to write all the things I love about living here, but apparantly I got side tracked. Back to my original intended post....

As I ran outside today the smell of sweet spring flowers made me smile. Then the not-so-pleasant smell of manure assailed my nostrils and I wrinkled my nose. And then it occured to me. Good smells or not I am so glad I live in a small town. I love that I get to run next to fields and cows. I love the smell of my skin after I've been outside. Life is good. So despite the fact that we may very well be the only biracial/bicultural couple in our community and sometimes the small-mindedness of people does make me role my eyes I know I'm exactly where I need to be. I love my small town.

1 comment:

  1. I feel the same way Melanie! I have been all over the world, but there is nothing like coming home! I feel blessed to have been raised in the neighborhood and community that we were raised in! No matter where I go in the world, Chambersburg will always be home.