Why I love being from the Midwest
Growing up, I always wished I could live somewhere by the beach or in a big city. But I guess, we all wish those types of things at some point or another. As I grew up and started to travel, I really learned to appreciate my Midwest roots. I've lived around Europe for three months, New York City for two, and have had the opportunity to vacation to all the coasts in the US. But, nowhere will ever feel as much like home as the Midwest and here is why...
- Summer nights meant catching fireflies and roasting s'mores. I pretty much live for bonfires in the summer and most of my childhood summers were spent outdoors (if I wasn't in a dance classroom).
- On any type of road trip, corn fields were typically found on either side of the car and seeing tractors on the road isn't unusual. Every time I come home from traveling, I honest just admire the cornfields and the hardworking farmers they represent. And they make for beautiful pictures.
- We were about an hour away from a lake no matter where we were (at least in Indiana). Lake life is the best life.
- Basketball is a sport that I think every kid knows how to play and participated in at some point or another. Even my very girly self played for a year at church.
- Fall is the best, most beautiful part of the year. There is nothing better than apple orchards, the leaves turning colors, pumpkin patches, and family photos (probably at an apple orchard).
- Please, thank you, yes ma'am, waving to a stranger, smiling at a stranger... It's all part of the daily routine.
- When it didn't snow on Christmas, you legitimately feared that Santa wouldn't come. I distinctly remember the magic of Christmas at our house when I was little and I was so nervous one year when it didn't snow and I thought the reindeer wouldn't be able to make it on the roof.
- You quite possibly live for state and county fairs. Pineapple whip, funnel cakes, fresh squeezed lemonade, the ferris wheel, 4-H, and live animals. Fair nights are the best.
- Life seems to move at a slower, yet peaceful pace. I remember living in New York City and just needing to stop to breathe for a second. I loved the city (and honestly consider it my second home), but it was so nice to come back to Indiana and not hear taxis honking.
No matter where life takes me, the Midwest will always be home sweet home, my safe space, and comfort zone. If you've never been, take a minute to drive down a country road, visit a fair, eat a s'more, and maybe even go tubing on a lake.
Have a great week!