I moved to the east coast from Oklahoma, fifteen years ago. Soon, I will have lived in this part of country longer than I've lived anywhere else which I suppose will officially make me a Yank.
I don't ever think I'll feel like one. I sometimes miss Oklahoma. I miss the stillness, the quiet, the slow pace of life. The east coast is all kinds of awesome. It has beautiful cities. It's full of culture and history and opportunity. In the fall, the colors make you feel as though you've seen a glimpse of heaven. But with all of it's awesomeness, it's a fast paced kind of lifestyle. Also, the people here (people who are brilliant and educated and interesting) don't seem to embrace a sense of awe for the beauty with which they are surrounded. They have pride but they don't have gratitude.
When I first moved here, I always felt out of breath, trying to keep up with everyone around me. Mostly because I was mesmerized by everything. I slowed people down and they hated it. They were really busy trying to get somewhere and I was gazing up at the Empire State Building with my mouth agape. People beeped their horns behind me when I drove slowly and watched the colored leaves fall from the trees. Fifteen years later, I'm still not used to it. I can keep up now but I am still blown away by the beauty of it all and have a tendency to stop and smell the flowers. I suppose that Oklahoma blood runs deep.
I thought about going back, about returning "home" but there isn't much left for me now. My parents are gone and I don't have any family there either. The only things left to remember me are a couple of friends and maybe a few old buildings. Still, I hope to take my kids there someday. Unlike me, they are born and bred Yankees and people from up here do have a tendency to see the middle of the country as an entirely different planet in a whole other galaxy separate from themselves. I have this feeling my kids are going to look around at Oklahoma and say, "it all makes sense now. Our mother is an alien."
Did you stay in the place you grew up or did you move away? If so, what do you miss the most?