Spring.

    So there is the park near my house. I have always thought it was the “bohemian” park of my little college town. Mainly because it sits right next to a cute little art gallery that used to be a firehouse. They show art but they have art classes as well. It is also less than a block away from a great natural foods store.

I always run from my house to the park and then run around it and back. Today there were tons of people there. A group of high school guys were playing Ultimate Frizbee, some seven year olds had a game of soccer going on and there were about five people with their dogs. It was a great environment to run in. Even though I didn’t know anyone there, I felt like I was friends with all of them. That kind of sounds lame but it really is like a community. I love it. I love it so much that I took a couple of extra laps around the park and then stretched in the grass before heading back to my house.

When I move to the city in June I’ll have to find a new park. That makes me sad but it is something I have to do, for now anyway. I’m sure I’ll come back here someday and maybe I can buy a house in that neighborhood and be part of it again. I’m really going to miss this town. More than I’m willing to admit. This has been my home for almost four years. I never liked the town that I graduated high school in and my parents have moved away from there since then anyway. This town is now my home and I will be very sad to leave it. I’m even a little scared, but I guess that is what life is about. You do something new. You have new experiences and things are constantly changing.