Little Town, Big City

It’s never easy adapting to change. It’s even more difficult when life becomes comfortable and routine. However, sometimes change can be a good thing.

I grew up in sunny Southern California. This was a place I was raised being exposed to all types of food, places, and people. I absolutely loved it. I traveled some throughout my youngin’ years, mainly to surrounding areas, but I never knew what it was like to not have easy access to all these things I loved. I became comfortable with what I would label as “the city life”.

When I was eight years old, my parents dropped the bomb on my sister and I, and told us we were relocating to a farm in a little town in South Georgia. Geography was not my forte at that age, so I had no clue we were moving to the middle of nowhere. You could saw I was more than shocked when we arrived at our new home.

My new neighbors were chickens and the closest human being wasn’t within walking distances. Outside my window was practically a forest, and the nearest grocery store was a long and quiet 15 minute drive. Transitioning to a completely different environment was beyond difficult. Little did I know, this move, this change was a good thing.

In this little town, I was able to learn and grow in ways that I wouldn’t have expected. I learned to become an explorer and lover of nature and animals, I mean I did live in the woods… I learned patience and appreciation for my surroundings. I learned life doesn’t always have to be chaotic and rushed. I learned that you can be happy wherever you are in the world, as long as you surround yourself with amazing people.

This little town might have been scary at first, but I strongly believe everything happens for a reason. Everything we go through in life is for one sole purpose, to teach us something. It’s our decision whether we want to travel through the journey with a smile or frown.

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“If it scares you, it might be worth a try.”


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