Small Towns

I love small towns

Man I wish I grew up in a small quaint town

Maybe down South or up North, who knows

But it seems like such a dream living in one

Where everyone knows each other’s name.. and business (haha)

But small towns just seem so full of love and they let you in with open arms

But hey I could be wrong.

Totally off.

I mean I’ve never lived in a small town.

This is all from my imagination and I let it run with it.

I just imagine from what I’ve seen on screens or read on paper.

Maybe they’re not a dream.

I don’t know.

All I know is that I didn’t grow up with that comfort and support in my hometown.

Well to be honest, I don’t even have a hometown.

Always on the move.

Different city to different state.

Why?

We lived for excitement. We needed change. It was fun.

We got bored easily.

Wanted a new environment. New sightings. New faces.

I’m not complaining. I loved that. I wanted that.

But I can’t help but think what it would be like to have my own hometown.

My small town I come home to on the holidays and the neighbors ask how school’s going

and if I’m still seeing what’s his face’s name

or

when i go visit my old elementary school and all the teachers tell you how tall you’ve gotten

But i’ll never have that.

I’m not complaining but some days I just wish it was different.

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