I love it here. That is surprising to me and probably to many others.
I moved back to my home town nearly two years ago. When I left here at age 18 I, like many teenagers born in tiny rural towns, felt certain I would never be back. I went to college in another tiny town, but after that, it was to big cities for me. First Boston, then The Big Apple or thereabouts for nearly 40 years.
I was, after all, a small town girl, some would call a hick, a hillbilly or a redneck. While I was happy in NYC, I was quite a bit less happy in the suburbs of New York, where I quite simply did not fit in. I wasted 20 years there.
Necessity forced me to consider moving back to this town. I had to find housing suitable to care for an invalid, whom I cared for 24/7. But I couldn't visit the houses to see if they were suitable unless they were very nearby, because I couldn't leave him for more than a couple hours at a time. But I was unhappy where I had been living. Finding a house online, without seeing it, is very risky.
Then I heard that the house I am now living in would be on the market soon. It was an old family house, one I knew very well from my childhood and had stayed in just a few years before while visiting my Aunt Kitty.
Right away, I knew this house was a great layout to care for my disabled son. Two bedrooms right next to each other on the main floor, lovely 1900 home in excellent condition, on a quiet street in a nearly crime free town. Yes, it is the poorest county in the state, and one might think there would be a lot of crime here, but there is hardly any.
Several of my high school friends still live here, so I got a built in social life. I knew my way around. It is a five minute city, everything in walking distance, and I could go out for an evening and still be home in two hours. Perfect!
My son has left me, but I am nevertheless very happy in this redneck hillbilly town. The hills are teeming with interesting characters, artists, homesteaders, preppers and kooks.
And Love.
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