I find it hard to believe that I am able to successfully live in the city. Constant traffic bustling past my apartment window. The electric and chaotic sound of the night life during the weekends. I have long gotten used to the music city, but nothing compares to the peaceful serenity of the country life.This past Memorial Day weekend, I visited my boyfriend’s home to celebrate his birthday, and I was immediately in love with my surroundings.
Clean, beautiful air. The sun’s rays were not blocked by towering buildings and booming businesses. Fields of shiny grass that seemed to never end. Growing up, I would complain to my mother how where we resided was too quiet.I would have to make my own fun. Finding trails that lead abandoned cars and homes.Sitting on the steps at night hearing nothing but crickets and feeling that much-needed breeze wash over me.
There was time to think. There was time to soak up moments, without them quickly fading due to a fast paced environment. So, this weekend I realized that what people say about me is true. I am a country girl. Watching my puppy run free.Taking a walk and tripping into those hidden holes that lay within the grass.
I saw babies run along yards that were not fenced in with joyous smiles on their faces.I remember those happy days playing in my mother’s yard.I guess it is only right for me to miss this kind of environment, now that it is gone.