You made me one of your own, and you made me fall in love with the simple ways this town can be more beautiful than all the bright lights and the car horns I knew back home. The people here are honest and full of warmth and have taught me about the kind of woman and wife and mother and person I want to be. I am so much better for having been here.
I like to say that the most beautiful moments in life are the ones when you can’t figure out whether to laugh or cry. It’s that sweet spot where joy and sadness and memories and hope and fear and excitement all intersect.
That’s just how I feel when I think about that woman handing me the pork-chop-on-a-stick, back when I first started my life here.
And I guess, because I like to end my columns with a nod to how I started them, it’s only fitting that it’s exactly how I’m feeling today.
Thank you for letting me into your lives and for joining me in mine. I couldn’t have known it then, but the day that woman gave me a weird hunk of meat on a stick, she also gave me the best introduction to a place I am now proud to call my home.
former [friday] editor