I’ve grown up in a city and always longed for a small town life. I just enjoy that relationship that you see in movies that take place in a small town. Living somewhere where everyone knows everybody and you can trust them. I also find that small towns are safer than cities, although, crime is everywhere. I apparently live in one of the most dangerous cities in the U.S, but I don’t find it to be that bad. It is nowhere near an apocalyptic stage of dangerous. I don’t fear for my life every time I walk out the door. I just don’t want to live in the city for the rest of my life.
Where I live there is this game that is made. It goes, “was that a firework or a gunshot?” Let’s not go and find out. How often is this game played? Not as often for there to be a meme. Then again that depends on which part of the city you live in. I’ve heard stories about people passing through and then getting lost. When they realize where they are, they’ll freak out and go “We’re in the hood!” My simply reply to this is, “which one?” With all of the neighborhoods in this city there is no one specific section that can be classified as the ghetto, there are several.
For the past year I have been travelling back and forth from the city to this small town that is located four hours away. At the beginning of my stay in this small town, I noticed a few things that were different from city living. First thing was that I managed to go through a winter without needing to carry a box of tissues with me everywhere. I then realized that rural living is much better for my health because of how fresh the air is.
Something else that was new to me was how involved the community is with their faith. There are several churches in this town and they each have a good attendance rate. The city I grew up in has churches everywhere and most of them are for Catholics but I don’t see them having steady attendance rates. The city can definitely distract a person from their faith.
Another new thing that I learned, and this is ridiculous, was a cow pie. The church I attend on Wednesday nights have two home group events per year and it takes place at this farmland. It doesn’t have the whole works to it but there are cows. The first one I attended I realize just how much of a city girl that I am. My friends and I were walking down to this pond and as we were walking, we kept walking by what looked to me like roots of a tree. I kept hearing my friends say, “cow pie” and would walk around this stuff. I have no clue what “cow pie” means but I’m walking around it just like my friends are. It was just a little game of follow the leader.
I managed to be by myself for a moment a little bit later and found myself standing in front of a cow pie. I still had no clue what it was but I was just looking at it. I then stepped on it while repeating the words “cow pie” over and over in my head. My feet did not sink down as I stood on it. It was solid. I looked down at my feet and finally realized what I was standing on. I stepped off, checked my shoes and thank goodness I did not get any of the cow pie on them. You may be laughing at this and that’s okay because it is funny. What do I have to say about it? Well it’s a lot better than stepping on dog poop.