I'm making myself write this post because I have a crappy attitude right now.
It's a good job with a good company. But it's in a tiny village in Michigan that I swore I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. And because that's really eating at me right now, I'm going to tell you what I LOVE about this tiny town.
Since moving up here, I have access to homegrown, cheap, mostly organic, and local foods (where homegrown means it's grown on a small scale with lots of love and attention, whereas mega-farms don't have time for attention so they use chemicals). In addition, I've had access to canning supplies and I've had people with a lot of experience coach me through my first canning experiences. I got strawberries and blueberries for jaw-dropping prices (pick-your-own). I've picked wild elderberries, wild leeks, huckleberries and Grandma's grapes for free. For the first time ever, I've successfully grown some herbs.
I bought a boat and sailed it around the lake.
I went on vacation with my entire family.
I hosted Thanksgiving...successfully.
I canned salsa with Rachel, served wine at an art and wine showcase with Kimber, and survived a long-distance relationship with Kyle. I jumped out of an airplane.
I decorated my first apartment, and I couldn't be more pleased with the results.
I ran a 5K.
I get to start planning this year's garden. Next month, I get to start planting it. I live on a gorgeous lake that I get to look at every day. I have one of the shortest commutes I've ever had, and I get to go home for lunch. I am only hours away from some of the most beautiful sights in the US. I have abundant trails to hike and hills to ski. I get to re-explore my hometown with adult eyes. I get to reconnect with people and get to know all those people that I should have when I was a teenager.
There are really good things about this town that I won't find anywhere else. Maybe this place won't be forever, but it's my here and now.