Central is the kind of place that looks best in the rear view mirror. Not that Central is really all that horrible of a place, yet there is just something deep in my soul that feels an urge to get out. The urge to flea from this mundane town.
Don't get me wrong though I love Central, it has been a wonderful place to spend these teenagers years of mine, really I mean that. It is full of beautiful land and I have found my place here in a way that scares me to think of who I would be if I had grown up anywhere else.
I love the people here, some of the most genuine people I have ever met live here. But I need to see other things. I need to travel and see the small towns that other have been similarly affected by. I want to hear new stories and experience new things on unfamiliar soil. I want to do this not just because I need to for myself but also because it is the only thing that has the ability to really make me appreciate Central the way I should.
I have a friend who's grandma died in the same house she was born in. She grew up and lived and raised her children and grandchildren and died in the very same house on the very same street in the very same town. She was happy in it. But she knew no other place. She wasn't aware of the other options out there waiting for her. Waiting for her heart to fall in line with.
I cannot imagine that life. I cannot imagine being content in the one place I began with. I don't have to imagine that life and I won't.
