This is the first time I've spent Thanksgiving with my family since I was in college. It's been a very nice visit and I've enjoyed seeing so many family members. What I didn't count on was the feeling of restlessness I had. I couldn't figure it out. Then it came to me last night. Despite the fact that my parents have been gone (Mom for 15 years and Dad for 2), I was somehow expecting to come 'home" and have them here for Thanksgiving. It's so funny how the mind and heart work.
But I do enjoy coming home to Iowa. It's such a change from Connecticut. I love the simpler life. By that, I don't mean the people. I mean the pace. Everything is 12 minutes away (max) and Midwesterners are truly friendly in a genuine way in everything they do. No one's overstressed, overworked, stuck in traffic for 3 hours, suffering road rage, etc. There's no 67 minute commute home after work each day. People can actually have lunch at home (if they choose). There's no competition to see who can drive this year's fanciest foreign luxury automobile. In fact, in Sioux City, there are mostly American car dealerships (plus one Honda and one Nissan dealer). If you look at this map that BF showed me, you'll see that Sioux City is about as protected from the recession as anyone can be in this country. There's a certain peace to all that.
I woke up this morning and looked out the window of our hotel room to a beautiful sunrise casting a golden glow on the old Combination Bridge (this "new" 30+ year old bridge probably has a different name now) as it glistens on the Missouri River. There's a pavilion and lots of grass and landscaping alongside the river. From this view, it's quite picturesque. There's a huge American flag on the Iowa side of the bridge. The sky dawns a beautiful blue. There's no ice in the river - yet - but there will be in the weeks to come. The open spaces here offer some tranquility, too.
So this year for Thanksgiving, I guess you could say I'm thankful for my origins. I'm glad to have come from a small town in America and am happy I get the opportunity to come back and visit.
Forgetful Friday
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