Everyone dies famous in a small town...

I spent the majority of my teenage years longing for the day I got to leave this place. A place where Miranda said it best - "everyone dies famous in a small town." My life plans were going to be full of big city lights, opportunity, and people - millions and millions of people. Had you told me 10 years ago that I would be back, I would have laughed in your face. Funny how life never quite works out like you plan...even funnier how you don't realize that sometimes the things you plan, are not really what's best for you after all.
I have officially been back 'home' for a week, and I am having a hard time trying to figure out what it was that I wanted to run from all those years ago. Granted, I do understand that 10 years changes a person - and I am not the young dreamer I once was. Mostly though, I can thank Tate for my newfound appreciation of my roots. Yes, I am still in the vacation stage of being a stay at home mom, but so far days filled with long walks, playing in the park, and helping my little guy discover the wonders of the world - have been awesome! We have done things in the past week that we likely would have never done where we used to call home. Truly, I forgot how great it was to walk down the street and have people driving by wave to you - or to have someone pull over just to say hi and ask how you are doing.
I know that it won't always be like this, and eventually the lack of things to do will likely get to me. Someday I will miss being able to run down the street and grab supper. And I know that the 3rd time I have to drive 40 miles to get something I need because I forgot it the first 2, I will long for the city life. However, for now, I am openly admitting that I am liking small town life - more than I thought I ever would. So there, I admit I was wrong all those years ago....now, bring on the fame!