I took this picture on my drive home last week. (Sam's Gap, TN)
Anyone who knows me at all knows I love the town where I grew up. I love the mountains, the accents, and the local food. I love that everyone wears orange on fall Saturdays and that the cashier at the grocery store always calls me honey. I love that people don't lock their doors* and wave to each other on the street. Most of all, I love how predictable it is. No matter how long I've been gone, everything is familiar. Somehow growing up in a place lets one intuitively understand how life there works. That sense of place becomes such a significant part of how we identify ourselves. I am grateful that my place turned out to be such a pleasant one.
*I have so many stories about unlocked doors in k-town. People leave their cars unlocked (sometimes with the keys inside!) on a daily basis all the time. I never locked my car in high school. Why? Because I didn't need to.
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