I believe in love
It's funny how quickly you get used to small town life. Less than 100 people live in Arrow Rock (hell, less that 50 people), and for the first week I thought I was going to die from the culture shock.
"What do you MEAN, I don't get cell phone service?!"
"What do you MEAN, the closest drugstore is 20 minutes away?!"
"What do you MEAN, we do all our shopping at Wal-Mart?!"
I know (from the life experience which the Big Cities have given me) that Wal-Mart is evil. It is a godless empire designed to crush local businesses and bring the people to its knees. But now, from the perspective of small town America, I see that Wal-Mart is actually sort of a blessing. For God's sake, it's the only thing here.
Arrow Rock is so beautiful - it's the idyllic little town that just screams, "photo op!" And the theatre is wonderful - I've never been anywhere where the matinee audiences are better than the evening ones.
Last night, I got the most amazing view of the stars - I could have stayed out there for an hour, just watching them turn. Sometimes it's nice to feel so small.
I'm getting a little less homesick for St. Louis everyday, but I'm beginning to miss Atlanta very much. Summer just doesn't feel right unless I'm in the South, I guess. If I were there, I'd be cursing the humidity and ruing the sun - but I'd be doing it with a chicken sandwich from Chick-fil-a in my hand, and that would ease the pain.
This time last year, I was at AWP. The year before, I was at Stone Mountain - both outrageously familiar places, places I love. Now, I'm in the Missouri wilderness - totally uncharted territory for this Crawley girl. How bizarre, that I have not been home since January; how nice, that I am old enough to strike out on my own.
I feel so alive today.
"What do you MEAN, I don't get cell phone service?!"
"What do you MEAN, the closest drugstore is 20 minutes away?!"
"What do you MEAN, we do all our shopping at Wal-Mart?!"
I know (from the life experience which the Big Cities have given me) that Wal-Mart is evil. It is a godless empire designed to crush local businesses and bring the people to its knees. But now, from the perspective of small town America, I see that Wal-Mart is actually sort of a blessing. For God's sake, it's the only thing here.
Arrow Rock is so beautiful - it's the idyllic little town that just screams, "photo op!" And the theatre is wonderful - I've never been anywhere where the matinee audiences are better than the evening ones.
Last night, I got the most amazing view of the stars - I could have stayed out there for an hour, just watching them turn. Sometimes it's nice to feel so small.
I'm getting a little less homesick for St. Louis everyday, but I'm beginning to miss Atlanta very much. Summer just doesn't feel right unless I'm in the South, I guess. If I were there, I'd be cursing the humidity and ruing the sun - but I'd be doing it with a chicken sandwich from Chick-fil-a in my hand, and that would ease the pain.
This time last year, I was at AWP. The year before, I was at Stone Mountain - both outrageously familiar places, places I love. Now, I'm in the Missouri wilderness - totally uncharted territory for this Crawley girl. How bizarre, that I have not been home since January; how nice, that I am old enough to strike out on my own.
I feel so alive today.