Perfection

I feel like a real live blogger right now.  I’m sitting in a coffee shop in a small town looking out the window as people pass.  Basically, if Heaven were just like this, I’d be perfectly okay with that.  As I’m sitting here I’m wondering how it can feel so good to be away from home, but at the same time I know how good it feels to be home, too.  How can I feel so content in both places? 

This town is up in the 1000 Islands and it’s where my mom grew up.  I’ve been coming up here since before I was born and I plan on continuing to come up here until I die.  It’s the most perfect place in the world for so many reasons.  Not only could I just sit and look at the river for hours on end, but I can take a walk to some of the little boutiques or even to visit some family.  If I get lost, I don’t even have to worry because I could ask anyone on the street to help me out and not only would they tell me where to go and how to get there, there’s a good chance they would jump in their car and tell me to follow them.  That right there is what I love about being up here.  Everyone knows everyone and if they don’t, they get to know them.  People who live here call me a “city driver” even though I live in the suburbs.  They say it’s because I don’t go anywhere slowly…I’m always in a rush.  Things like that just show you the atmosphere here.  I try to slow down when I’m here now. 

There’s times when I feel more at home here than I do at my own home 3 hours away.  I’m hoping someday this will be my home.  Probably not until retirement, though.  I’ve still got a ways to go. 

I’ve always said I’d find my husband up here and I still believe it’s a great possibility.  Most of the guys up here fit most, if not all, of my requirements (gentleman, nice, good-looking, you know – the basics).  I can only dream…

People say I would hate living here year-round because it’s like a ghost town in the winter but I don’t think very many people truly understand how much I adore being up here.  I don’t care if it’s packed with people or empty.  

I realize that to all of you (which is nobody) I’ve just been boring you for probably about 3 and a half minutes with all this talk about a place I love and you don’t even know the name of it, but maybe there’s a place that you love too so you can relate to me.  I could go on for another 5 pages just talking about the little things that make it so amazing but I won’t. 

-I