We moved to Kentucky from Oklahoma five years, three months and ten days ago- (but who's counting) and I miss it desperately. The reality is that even though I was raised way out west in Wyoming I feel like I "grew up" in OK. I spent the majority of my 20's there, I met the love of my life there, and I found out who I was there. Oklahoma is somewhere I never wanted to go in the first place but ended up loving- it is home to wide open spaces, spectacular storms and Bedlam football!
It is home to meEvery time I cross the Mississippi River heading back east I cry for missing the smell of the wind, the comfortable atmosphere and the friendly faces I know and love. This feeling of loss may seem strange since I have now lived in KY the same length of time as I lived in OK but it is there none the less.
But back to my trip... I had an amazing time! I saw old friends, met new ones, ate fabulous local food and even brunched with a girl from my high school in WY. Though I missed my boys at home- I still cried when I left knowing that I would once again be missing the lives of my friends and seeing the growth of their children and them mine. I wouldn't trade my family for anything but most days I sit and wonder if we made the right choice leaving our lives out west behind to move to where the bluegrass grows...

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