A Want To Life.

As we all might know by now that finally I moved. My family has been calling to check on me every now and then to see how I’m liking it, which honestly, I was worried about of course. I moved to a very small town that attracts tourists, and the community seasonally changes. The mountain scenery is unbeatable, but yea, I make a forty-five minute drive just to get to groceries. After talking with my brother on the phone one night about how different things are, it kind of made me realize what makes me so happy here.

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You would think giving up a mall, a high-dollar makeup store, and even a grocery store would be something I wouldn’t even consider, but I really don’t care which surprised me. You see, corporate America has taken over not only our lives, but our brains. They decided what we eat, drink, how we behave, and they try to convince us what we can’t live without. They are mass producers with telephone lines where machines talk to you, they don’t know about their customers, and they are in a rush of production. America is all about the rush. Faster internet, faster shipping, faster customer service, run errands faster, faster, faster, faster!!! Pretty soon we are blind to see how much we are running around, and come home only to collapse on the couch, and scroll through Facebook. We are living a “have-to” life because society convinced us of what we “have to have.”

I’ve only lived here a little over a week, and I feel like I’m in a rehabilitation center. Not in a bad way, but in the kind of way where I just feel relaxed all the time. And miraculously, I HAVE time, something I never thought I had before. Why? Pretty much everything here is local. Every store is owned by someone who lives here, even the small grocery store we do have available. And what is there to do? A few shops to get some cute things, a candy store, coffee shops, restaurants where people already know your name (cue the Cheers music) and if that doesn’t suit you, there are yoga classes are the community center, or hiking, or fishing. You really don’t have to do anything, except work. I overheard a lady talking about her grandson visiting the other day, and how he was ready to run around town and she only had her coffee in her hand. Her exact words,”He’s not used to this life. Things are a little slower and calmer here.”  Exactly.

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Everyone around here does what they need to basically put food on the table, and what else they do is up to them. Walking down the street, waving to neighbors, sitting on the porch in the middle of the day drinking a beer before you get back to doing whatever. It’s not a have-to life its a want-to life. I think this is as close to the “good ‘ol days”  as it gets. Everything that’s unnecessary that the world has convinced you that you “can’t” live without, you can. You just have no idea, because you are brainwashed into thinking its necessary. Live the life you want to live before it’s too late, and live simply.

Song of the Week is Ventura Highway by America.

-haley.

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2 thoughts on “A Want To Life.

  1. You said it, and I agree.  This town sounds awesome – I’m so happy for you!(and I like the song, too) Marge Lanzola(mom of Emily, diagnosed PH 9/08)   From: haley ann To: marge4herbs@sbcglobal.net Sent: Monday, June 15, 2015 2:23 PM Subject: [New post] A Want To Life. #yiv5157315343 a:hover {color:red;}#yiv5157315343 a {text-decoration:none;color:#0088cc;}#yiv5157315343 a.yiv5157315343primaryactionlink:link, #yiv5157315343 a.yiv5157315343primaryactionlink:visited {background-color:#2585B2;color:#fff;}#yiv5157315343 a.yiv5157315343primaryactionlink:hover, #yiv5157315343 a.yiv5157315343primaryactionlink:active {background-color:#11729E;color:#fff;}#yiv5157315343 WordPress.com | phenomenalhaley posted: “As we all might know by now that finally I moved. My family has been calling to check on me every now and then to see how I’m liking it, which honestly, I was worried about of course. I moved to a very small town that attracts tourists, and the community ” | |

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