From Coast to Country.

Part 1: The Coast. 

As a teenager, the idea of living in the country was appalling. Originally from the coast with so much to do. Good drinks, food and places to go would stick with you like tree sap between your fingers. Although raised on an open pasture and a big red barn, some wild oaks and dogs further out of the city limits (to the coast that was more “country”) It wasn’t what I have now and despite the memories, I prefer what I have now. 

When I was younger, not thinking much about life as a teenager does, I never expected our move to Brookhaven to have been premeditated (sort of). Back on the coast, my family had moved down there in the years my brain can’t remember, from my youth, when my dad had gotten a job as a football coach for the Ocean Springs Greyhounds and would work there up until retirement from public school as the Head Football coach. 

And that was my life, for the first half. 

But there are somethings the coast will teach you differently. Somethings, that when you grow up around it shapes you in an odd way. The coast will teach you a lot about people, money and generation.  From a child’s perspective, you don’t question much about your parents lives but more your own and your friends, suddenly the month before school lets out for summer, new kids move in to newly built (highly expensive) houses. Parents meet other parents and introduce their children. And over the summer some friends grew apart and the return to school after the summer was always the worst. Trends, Manipulation, Hypocrisy and Betrayal spreads like wildfire within young minds and attitudes.

(I would really enjoy to deep dive into the behavior and shaping’s of this, but I keep reminding myself this is a blog not a biography, sorry.) 

Point is, this was the newly developed trend in the generation that bled into a part of the world that wasn’t fully associated with the new change and in my opinion adapted in the worst way possible. 

I plan to write more about this on my own free time on a more expansive level, but I miss the coast that was. Not what it is now. 

Author: Lily Ross

Life is an open book with blank pages. From what you learn and experience, that is your ink. From these roots of your being and by the hand you write with feeling, that is your quill. I fill my book daily as if it were my own journal, expressing not just myself, but my passion and devotion for the subject at hand. No matter what that may be. View all posts by Lily Ross