An Open Letter To My Small Town

Throughout my life living in a small town of 1,500 people I’ve heard countless complainers. People are always so anxious to get out and experience the world, which is great because I’ve done that a little bit myself and loved it. But as I’ve found out…the grass isn’t always greener on the other side.

A kitchen with a sink and a toaster oven

Every time I’ve traveled I eventually couldn’t wait to get home and see the cut corn fields, traffic-less county roads and familiar faces that make me smile whenever I see them.

The answer to the question of what it’s like to live in a small town is actually pretty simple. But I can’t answer the question for you, because each person has to dig deep in themselves to decipher how their small town created the person they are today.

Personally my small town has made me into a person that has respect for others, you can get into hot water with locals if you’re a sh*thead. It gave me endless opportunities to hunt and fish because of the vast surrounding farm land. My brother and I had great support with athletics from our community which in turn taught me to believe in other peoples aspirations. Although I have the best parents and brother a kid could ever ask for, I learned that family doesn’t have to be blood, because people in a small town actually care about you. I was taught toughness from picking rocks in a field for 5 dollars an hour, which in turn taught me to love the little things…20 dollars can buy you a ton of 1 cent tootsie rolls at the local drug store.

I wouldn’t trade my experience in a small town for any other living scenario. Without this town and the people I don’t know who I would be today.

Thank you to my small town.

A beer bottle on a dock



A beer bottle on a dock