When I left the town I had lived in for all of my life to go to college (a mere 45 minutes away) the thing I missed the most was driving down the road to see someone I knew driving down the other side. Seeing a friend, family member, or a familiar community member on the other side of the road was so comforting to me.
It is no secret that I love the community that I live in these days. Unlike many of the classmates I grew up with, I still live here. In fact, I live in the home I dreamed I would live in- my great-grandma's school house. Beyond living in the middle of the village, across from my old school, down the street from my family, I work in this community as well. I love this.
I love living less than a half a mile from my two closest friends, down the street from my family, and walking distance from work. I love running into families I work with in the grocery store, walking to the cafe, and turning the corner for the farmer's market. Driving down the road waving to friends and familiar faces brings me so much joy.
It is no secret that I am a homebody and familiarity brings me comfort. However, this community means so much more. It is support, kindness, and love.