I was going to spend the week writing about my pets in hopes to make me start to feel some warmth towards them again. Bah-forget it.
I found this comment in the “Comment” section of Indychannel today. Normally there isn’t a whole lot of intelligence or insight to be found on the comment section of Indychannel, but this one struck a chord with me. People were whining and complaining about what a horrible state Indiana is, and having dated one and currently dating another man that hates this state, it struck a nerve. Then I read this comment, posted by someone called “Carpe Diem”:
“I always laugh when I see people complain. I used to feel the same way. I always thought that every place was so much better than right here, and I would never come back to this "awful state". I traveled and lived in different cities around the U.S.
You know what I learned? It makes absolutely NO difference where you live. Each of the "Meccas" have their own negatives. I decided the perfect place to live is where the people I love the most are. I created my "Mecca" in my home and backyard. I can go to museums, cook, read, travel, and surround myself with family and friends .
I have also found that people who are miserable and complaining will be miserable and complaining no matter where they live. Good luck with that. You might try Prozac instead of a moving van. A little Prozac also might make you more tolerable to family and you will have more friends. You may even decide to stick around.”
You know what I learned? It makes absolutely NO difference where you live. Each of the "Meccas" have their own negatives. I decided the perfect place to live is where the people I love the most are. I created my "Mecca" in my home and backyard. I can go to museums, cook, read, travel, and surround myself with family and friends .
I have also found that people who are miserable and complaining will be miserable and complaining no matter where they live. Good luck with that. You might try Prozac instead of a moving van. A little Prozac also might make you more tolerable to family and you will have more friends. You may even decide to stick around.”
Amen.
My brother told me once that I take things too personally. Yeah, being the youngest, I probably do. As I mentioned above though, hearing someone constantly tear apart the state where I live and the people that live in it, where my home and my family and my friends are, does hurt me because in a way they are ripping on me and what I am about, where I grew up, and where I simply “am”.
I’m not saying there are other places I would love to go. I love Colorado. When I visited there I felt a peace I’d never felt before. I love Buffalo, I feel a comfort there knowing that is where both of my parents grew up and seeing the places where they may have hung out, and went to school.
My jobs are here. One of which can be pretty draining, but it has seen me through 11 years-a divorce, the birth of a kid, and the death of a boyfriend. The other one is a dream I have always had since the first time I ever got on a horse. I’ve always wanted to work in the horse world, and now I am. It also came with something I didn’t know I had, a huge adoration for kids with special needs and a huge desire to work with them. My family is here, my friends are here, and every home I have ever had is within a 20 mile radius. You can’t take that stuff away from me.
I’m losing my boyfriend to another state. He doesn’t have any ties here and his son is moving away so I can definitely understand and respect that. He hates it here, he hates the weather, and he’s not so keen on the people, either, being from L.A.. The thought of losing him absolutely sucks and it hurts. Of course the question of whether or not I would move for him has come up, and that’s where all this is coming from. I feel like there should be some question or indecision but there isn’t. I kept thinking, if it is in God’s plan for us to be together, something will change and he will stay here, that his son won’t end up moving. None of this happened, and a month from this moment right now he’s going to be gone. No more purple truck across the street, just an empty apartment I have to see every time I leave for work and a heartbroken kid.
I need some prayers and I'm gonna need my peeps over the next couple of months, but like that guy said, my "Mecca" is here.