I for sure never thought I’d be living somewhere like my hometown. Or that I would like being here so much.
I grew up in Eaton, Ohio, a really small town with lots of farmers, farm kids and pigs – after all it is the pork capital of Preble County. I was never the queen of the Pork Festival but I do still know a few.
I didn’t live on a farm. I was a ‘city’ girl. I did participate in one incidence of cow tipping, a few hundred miles of cruising and every Friday night football game and after party dance.
I was in the drama club, choir and was the first female drum major of the marching band. Needless to say, I wasn’t popular with the in crowd. I couldn’t wait to get out and see what college had to offer.
I wanted bright lights, clubs to dance in and lots of live music. That summer after graduation couldn’t go by fast enough!
And I did get away for a while. And I had some great times. Then I did what you do- get married, buy a house, have kids.
And somehow almost 20 years later end up nearly right back where I started. In a small farming community. Except this time around, I am kind of the pork queen and the chicken lady and the goat mama.
How did this happen?? 🙂