I am a city girl living in Small Town, USA. It's the stuff of rocking chairs, fresh tomato sandwiches and homemade jars of jam, where old men sit on front porches discussing whether the crops have had too much rain or not enough rain.
Here the landscape is painted yellow, green and orange by the changing seasons.
I moved here from Cincinnati seven years ago, and while I've mostly adjusted to a small town lifestyle, I know I'll never reconcile with its small town mindset...the idea that anything happening outside the city boundaries is irrelevant. When we moved here, husbie and I promised each other to take a mission trip every couple years to be reminded how big and complex the world is and how blessed we are...to maintain a grander perspective on life.
Living here used to annoy me--the lack of museums and symphonies, the scattered disregard for higher learning, the way the months are marked by the height of the corn. Then one day, it didn't annoy me anymore. I realized the bank manager knew my name, the post office clerks always paused to talk to my children and give them a sucker, and our neighbors frequently crossed the street just to see how we were doing.
For now, I'm a city girl living in a small town, where the challenge is to embrace the lifestyle without becoming small-minded...because while I never want to live in a world where the symphony is more important than the potato crop, I also never want to live in a world where the potato crop is more important than the symphony.