It’s been three months since I moved out of Iowa. And I’m so glad to be back in a big(ger) city. I love the traffic, the noise, ethnic restaurants, beautiful parks, Starbucks, the bling and the glamour. Mostly because it reminds me of home. When I was leaving Forest City, I never thought I’d miss it one bit. But I found myself thinking about the beautiful town a few minutes ago. I wondered how cold it might be, whether the holiday lights were up on the main street where I lived, if Scoopy Doos (the local ice cream place) has some new flavors.
I think I miss Forest City.
Strange how life works. Of all the places I’ve lived in, and I’ve lived in many, I never thought I’d ever miss Forest City – a rural American town of 4,000 people (I guess lesser when students aren’t around) in cold, cold Iowa. Having spent a year and three months up north, I believe I started loving it. I don’t particularly miss the loneliness or the fact that there were no restaurants or shopping malls around. But the fact that the city made me feel safe. Safe from everything – the crime, the evil, the negative. Actually, it was like a dream. A good dream. It was a happy place. Even when I was lonely, the town and its people made me feel at home.
I don’t take anything for granted in my life. Not my family, friends or career. I didn’t take Forest City for granted either. I live with many happy memories of this awesome town in Iowa! Miss ya :)