It Takes a Village 

I’m trying to slowly prepare myself to part with my cozy little suburban village. I miss my Hubs something awful. I’m excited to begin our new life in our new home together. I also love my apartment, and the village we live in. Like…. a lot. For being a suburb of a major city, it has all the eclectic charm, and cultural diversity I thought Nowheresville had when I first moved there. This place really has it, and I’ll be sad to leave. 

I’m sitting with the windows open typing this up at midnight listening to the city sounds filtering in, with the city smells which bring great comfort. I don’t know why particularly, but just something literally in the warm Spring air that I can only smell sense here makes me really happy. 

I think it’s because I spent a surprising amount of my youth running around all hours of the night through South Western Ohio. My best memories with all of my friends happened on summer nights, at 24hr laundromats, Waffle House, truck stops, Walmart, and cars in empty parking lots lol. There is a some what nostalgic air here that I can’t find in Indiana. Plus, even the suburbs of Indiana smell like fertilizer and corn lol. There’s really no way around it. It doesn’t have the… almost acidic smell that living by a giant river has. Maybe it’s the water I miss really… Indy has the White River and Eagle Creek but the smell of water gets drowned (ironic, no?) out by all of the crops and pollen. 

I don’t know. All I know is that I’m really going to miss this place. I’d always wanted to move/live here before I started my life in Indiana and I’m glad I had the opportunity even if it was only for a short while. My Little Village will always have a special home in my heart. Even from 200 odd miles away.