I hate making decisions. Well, the big ones….the ones that have the potential to alter one’s life. I’ve been thinking a lot about decisions lately. What to do, what not to do. Sometimes I really miss the days when my toughest decision was what to wear.
When I moved into my current residence, I knew that come August I had to decide if I wanted to stay in the Akron area or depart it. I’ve been here for over three years now and haven’t been able to leave, even though I have seriously thought about it at various points. Akron has grown on me, that is for sure, and there are people here who mean so much to me that I can’t imagine life without them. In addition to my friends and the love I have here, I’m just starting a brand new business and don’t want to uproot it numerous times. Where I go (if I should go) is where I need to commit to staying, not only for my own health, but to give my business a chance and do the things I want it to do. I’m sick of the nomadic lifestyle I have perfected to this point. It’s time to grow the heck up.
We all know I’m a city girl at heart. I love NYC and Pittsburgh, and I have been torn between moving to either of those places or staying here. As much as I love them, I realized this week how much I love being from a small town and still living not far from it. Earlier this week,as I continued my love/hate affair with Facebook, I stumbled upon a little group that reaffirmed all of this.
The group, entitled “You know you are from Leetonia if…” is a group composed of people who are from my hometown, completing that sentence. I’m not a big fan of Facebook groups…but this one made me laugh. As I’ve grown up, moved away, and shared details of my small town life with the new people in my life, I’ve come to realize how lucky I am to have a place like Leetonia to call home. True, we don’t have the joys of big city life, but we do have a Dairy Queen, The Corner Pocket, and our own celebrities (Shout out to you, Cootchie Miller). Plus, I knew every single person in my graduating class…details about them all…and I could tell you where they all lived, too. As I read through (and contributed) to the numerous posts in the silly FB group, I found myself remembering little details about my town that I had forgotten about as I got older. Friends of mine on FB who can view my activity asked me what things I wrote on there meant, and I laughed inside knowing that some of the weird little Leetonian jokes and memories are things only someone that has lived in this tiny town can understand. I found myself very fortunate to have had the upbringing I had there and am so glad I can run back there anytime I need some peace and quiet.
My only hope for mankind is that everyone has the opportunity to live in a small town once in their life. There’s something so serene and honest about it. Even if that honesty involves everyone knowing your business and a strange man waving at every train that passes through town……
Oh, and if you’re a Meatball looking for an invite to this group, let me know, and I will invite you.