From Coast to country.

The country. 

What I thought was possibly going to be the worst of the move was how there was not much to do in the country. I’m sure I ranted about it already and I’m sure I’ll rant again, but there’s really not much here compared to what was on the coast. 

You’d be surprised to hear me say this is a good thing.

I’m not calling all of the coast “bad” in a sense, just the people. People and money as I had mentioned ran that small town into the ground. Despite all the new restaurants and bars a lot of it was just fake. You’d meet some drinking buddies but after a while they get bored of you and leave, that’s just kinda how it went. 

Here, it’s a little different. 

The country, although not as attractive as the coast, it has something more unique. Good, hard working people. Money isn’t something that you spend idly here. You work for it and use it in a way that benefits you and your loved ones or friends. Usually, country towns are strict on drinking and following the bible but most the time that’s usually strongest on Sundays since Brookhaven, the town itself, doesn’t sell beer on Sundays, but you will find good company in those who work just as hard as you most of the time. 

Now to say is this the absolute dream? No. It’s not everyone cup of tea and sometimes expenses can be rough. Most country towns are working towns. Gas, food, stock. Everyone has to make a livin’ so expenses can be high but it’s a simple life. 

I suppose why I fell so in love with the country so fast was because of the company we (my family) keep. My father had roots in this town so everyone knew him and he made life-long friends that I’ve met and love to this day. It’s honestly them that make me wish I was 21 a bit sooner, they’re good people and don’t lie to your face or care how thick your wallet is.

Country friends are a bit different. They rather have cook outs and grill steaks and invite a few friends over. Drink and have a good time just being in the company of each other then play golf the next morning. They include people, like me. Even though I’m younger and less mature they still asked about me and extended an invitation to me. 

That never happened on the coast. 

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