“I just want to live in some little town with about 2500 people. A small place so that when I have been there a year I’ll know just about everyone and they will know me. And there won’t be any drama. Everybody will just go about their business and get along.”
Our son uttered these words about a week ago.
He’s working toward his college degree in engineering and has been there long enough to be (just about) weary of the opportunities for constant social activities and a carefree lifestyle. He’s seen friends and acquaintances make poor choices and suffer the consequences. He’s learned that sometimes people learn from their mistakes and sometimes they don’t. He’s discovered that some people – but not all – are true friends through all situations.
He has figured out that you really do have to complete assignments and study to do well, and he has come to appreciate the good feeling that comes from doing all that and receiving a good grade. He’s experienced what happens when you don’t give your all to your work as well.
He’s learned life lessons about keeping money in your bank account and servicing your car regularly. He’s learned to cook and even to clean house (to some degree). He’s found professors that care about students and he’s learned to appreciate the experiences and wisdom of those who have been around longer than he has.
He’s been lucky in love and he’s had his disappointments there, too. He’s made good choices in how he spends his time and how he takes care of himself physically. He’s acknowledged that he is thankful for his childhood and our family values. He’s found part time jobs and he likes the feeling of earning his own money along the way.
But I’m not sure he’s learned enough about human nature to know that it’s going to be very hard to find a place like the small town Utopia where he’d like to live.
Yet I’m thankful he still has that idealism and hopeful spirit. So perhaps he’ll find that place – or help make that place – one day, after all.