Hometown was wedged in between two of the most affluent communities on the planet. A blue collar among the whites.
The bricks were mossed and the sidewalks were cracked. Rain made the air smell like screen doors.
My own opinion of the place is wrong and unfair because of my circumstances. I see my classmates having families and thriving there and making tangible, demonstrable differences of their own and it makes me happy. There are children there who have resources I lacked.
A dear friend called to check on me as she is wont to do. She moved with her family to a small town and is making an incredible difference there, too. Opened their own business, got involved on a micro level. They set quite an example, too.
Small business owners. Family people. Sensible cars. The urge is to call them regular people.
Some are like my sister and my friend who are just like the rest of us, trying to do and be better so our children can be proud of us one day and go on to make differences of their own.
One of my pals who helps me navigate my noodle says some stunningly wise shit sometimes. “The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.”
We spend a lot of time thinking about how to gild our leaves without ever considering the possibility we would be happier as seeds.
Be well, Traveler.