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The Ties That Bind

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the ties that bind

The Ties That Bind

On a recent trip out and about, I was struck by the simple fact that I didn’t know anyone. There wasn’t a single soul I recognized at any of the places I went. This is strange for me, coming from a small town.

When you grow up in a small town and you need to go get gas or stop by the post office, you are bound to see someone you know. There will be a hug, inquiries about parents and siblings and children, and before you know it the quick errand took way longer than you anticipated.

Sure, there are some pros to living in a place where you don’t know that many people. I find myself going out in leggings and looking rough, caring less about my appearance because no one knows me anyway. My girls enjoy being able to make a quick trip without my constant chatter. But, when there are no strings you miss the familiar pull.

Small Town Living

Being from a small town reminds me of a bulletin board with push pins and crisscrossing strings. When you see someone, you don’t just see them. You see it all; all of the connections from the first time you met. The elementary school field days and birthday parties, the middle school dances and sleepovers, the high school proms and football games. You don’t just see the person, you see their whole life. Their parents are loved as if they were your own. You feel their heartaches, celebrate their joys.

So not knowing anyone when I go out has its perks, but it also feels a little cold. It reminds me of how much we need connection, and it reminds me of how much I love home. It reminds me of the ties that bind.

The small, sleepy little town, full of extremely nice people and memorable characters is a legacy. ~Scott Dickson

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