early 90's then back home, then moved to San Francisco
for a year then back home.
Growing up I always wanted to run off to a big city. I guess
I thought that's where I would find happiness, but I kept
returning to my hometown.
Finally, in 2008... I did the complete opposite... I moved to
a town so small that it didn't even have one traffic light.
A place I never would have even considered when I was a
teenager.
After a year, you knew who everyone was. You knew everyone's
dirt. You cut through the charm on the topcoat and found the
seedy under belly and realized there were parts that were as
scary as any big city back alley.
Even with all the beauty of the Appalachian Mountains on a
sunny spring morning, once the sun went down, the darkness
brought an unbelievable fear with it that's scarier than most urban
jungles. Hardened city street people would be a delight compared
to Cryptids stalking you in the darkness of a hollar so quiet it can drive
you to madness.
After living in this rural mountain town with my dogs for 18 years and living this slow-paced life, returning back home would be like running off to the big city, because Fort Myers, Florida has gone from a small town where you knew almost everyone to a bustling little city. I finally realized
the small town life is actually appealing to me. Tellico Plains will probably be where die.
