When I was young, I dreamed of living in a big city, traveling the world, meeting exciting people and having a fancy job title. The last thing I wanted was to spend the rest of my life in my hometown and become a “townie”. So I set off to college, met my future husband, and moved away from home.
But then reality set in. Jet-setting around the world costs money, and the big city wasn’t where I wanted to raise a family, so we settled into our first home in a town just like the one where I grew up. And with the arrival of my first child, the fancy job title didn’t seem quite so important anymore.
As I focused on raising my kids, my dreams changed. I wanted more for them than I wanted for myself. So travel and work took a back seat and I became more and more comfortable with my small town life, a life which consisted of household chores and running errands.
And each day, as I make my rounds, I am greeted by the manager at the local bagel shop, who knows my name and asks about my family. I walk into Starbucks and my Zen tea is already waiting for me because the baristers know my drink of choice, and Mike at the deli prepares my turkey sandwich just how I like it.
And I realize that the thing I didn’t want to happen has happened. I have become a townie, and you know what? That’s not such a bad thing after all…