I’ve been looking for stories from other bloggers whom have moved from the city to the country and in my quest Cassandra’s story caught my eye. What a great opportunity to share a story opposite of mine! So this is a guest post by Cassandra Lynne and her experience growing up in a rural town to moving to the city of Indianapolis. She is an avid traveler and adventure seeker. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending her time outdoors hiking and camping with her pup, Joy. Follow her on Twitter @goodmorningblog, and her blog: http://cassaleenietravels.tumblr.com/
I grew up in a small town in northwest Indiana called Wheatfield. Wheatfield is a quaint little town, tucked between Monticello’s finest Indiana Beach and the Porter County fairgrounds in Valparaiso, Indiana – which is really just another way of saying it’s in the middle of nowhere. Just like in most of the state, we were surrounded by acres and acres of corn in Wheatfield – but no actual wheat fields. Go ahead and laugh, I’m just glad I grew up knowing which grain to eat off the cob!
I was happy growing up in the country. My home was a peaceful place and my rural childhood helped me appreciate the simple things in life. It also gave me my sweet country charm and just a hint of a country twang. But maybe I got that from my grandparents, Mema and Papa!
Once in a while my family would go on a trip “up North” to buy supplies from the big discount stores we didn’t have around Wheatfield. The way Mom and Dad prepared for their trips into the city you’d have thought they were going to another country instead of just 45 minutes north to Merrillville to buy a few things at Walmart and Target. They planned, made lists and talked strategies to make sure they didn’t spend one minute extra up there than they had to. The city life didn’t lure me anymore than it did them.
But something changed for me when I turned 14 and I wanted to visit Chicago. After a lot of begging, my mother finally agreed to take me. Once I saw the wide span of the Chicago city skyline it was love at first site. I loved the food, the fast pace, the culture – I loved everything about Chicago. It’s clear that I didn’t inherit my sense of adventure from my parents but I’m glad I inherited it from somewhere.
Several years later after graduating from Purdue University I moved to Indianapolis, another beautiful city. I feel at home in Indianapolis because for me it’s the best of both worlds, country and city. Here are a few reasons I favor living in the city:
- With tons of activities such as art festivals, concerts, dining and fabulous shopping centers and malls there’s always something to do.
- Proximity – You want Starbucks but don’t want to drive more than 5 minutes to get it? Heck yes!
- You can’t beat the technology that’s available in a city, Wifi, Dish Network TV, phone service everywhere you go – it’s heaven.
- Don’t have your own car? No worries, public transportation is cheap and easy to find or take a taxi if you feel like splurging.
- My friends are close by – just a block or two away instead of several miles down a dusty country road. It’s such a great feeling to be connected.
- Whole Foods and Trader Joes. Need I say more?
I love the city life and all the diversity it has to offer, but I’ll always be thankful for the simple childhood my parents gave me. They say you can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl, and I know it’s true because this city-loving country girl is never getting rid of her cowboy boots!
What have you learned from your previous surroundings that you never forgotten?