My family has never traveled much. We went to St. Louis once in the spring. Apart from that it's just been visiting family or going to the christian convention in Oklahoma. And nothing recent.
Lately I've found myself hopelessly charmed by the thought of venturing through new streets, seeing strange things, tasting new foods, and hearing the chatter of a language I'll never understand. My happy imagination dawdles on the thought. Could anything ever be more lovely?
The dissatisfaction of Iowa scenes causes me to wish for something new. Something more beautiful. Something more inspiring. I find myself so entangled with the thoughts of new places, and soon, I loose appreciation for my own home.
Slowly, the realization that I've even allowed myself to become ungrateful for everything I've been given is truly heart breaking. I quickly discover that what was once new is now old. What was once exciting is now dull. What I once called beautiful has been demoted, and newer, more exciting places take its place. It seems as if Iowa has lost it's thrilling vibe.
I take a moment and rethink life here in Iowa.
When we first moved here three years ago, I was sure it held a hopeless future. I had a sinking feeling that everything I ever had was left in Michigan, and what little of it I had gained back in the short time we lived in Indiana was left behind, too. I couldn't imagine rebuilding happiness in Iowa. Before I knew it, though, a turn of events happened upon me. A new strong friendship held me through the thick and thin which lay ahead. What I had previously claimed a land of lost cause, I had grown to love.
Again, my adoration for ordinary life is renewed. The giggles shared with little sisters. The scribbled reminders. The chats with friends. A glass of water. The crazy socks which appear on my feet each day. Curling up with a good book. The constant purr of a kitty. It is these things which make every place -- every home -- lovely.
If I were to travel to someplace new -- someplace strange and exciting -- it, too, would become ordinary after awhile. I wouldn't get to keep switching. Newness would never insure happiness. Because truly lovely life is dependent on the little things. The things everyone would look past while in search of extravagant.
These little things, I have been learning to embrace. Instead of letting my thoughts wander off to what I deem exciting, I take a moment to embrace the sweet little things. Soon, I discover, these things are the ones which prove to be more exciting and beautiful than anything else. I'm not saying I've lost my want to travel. I am merely saying: even if I never do, this will always be enough. These things you can hold in your memory, hardly needing to think to recall them. These are the things I appreciate.
I'm learning to embrace the little things.
what are your little things?
p.s. Iowa, you're still beautiful.