Living in a town you did not grow up in is weird.
I always wonder how people view me. I mean, they never knew me until I was in my mid-20’s!
I always feel like I am probably viewed quite a bit differently than people in my hometown or my lifelong friends would view me.
So, I made a little comparison list of what people might think of me.
(Cindy Brady? Nope. Me in the 80’s!)
New Town: Rude or Awkward.
Old Town: Shy.
Lifelong Friends: Sheltered.
New Town: Boring.
Old Town: Sweet.
Lifelong Friends: Outgoing and weird.
(I literally can not believe my body could once do that. Note to self: keep photo for proof)
New Town: Enjoys christian music on Pandora.
Old Town: Had some good cheerleading moves.
Lifelong Friends: Girl will belt it in the car and bust a move to a sick beat or make a Shakira music video for Spanish class with the best of them.
New Town: Mom.
Old Town: Babysat since the age of 1o and taught all the Sunday School classes.
Lifelong Friends: Dreamed of being a mom and obsessed over baby names since childhood. Like, literally looked through baby name books and made lists . . . for fun.
(I look thrilled. I probably had to skip a sleepover for this. #teenageangst)
New Town: Drives a responsible looking Buick.
Old Town: Rebuilt a classic Mustang with her dad.
Lifelong friends: Knows how to take a back road corner with the window down and her hair blowing in the wind.
(Please note my fashionable faux velour sweatsuit. Thank you)
New Town: Her family lives far away.
Old Town: Raised in the church and everyone knows her family and loves them.
Lifelong Friends: Mom is a breast cancer survivor, loves her brothers live nobody’s business.
(Check that concentration. I mean, that level of concentration is what it takes to get 2.5 cm off the water. Skillz)
New Town: Teaches online, stays home with kids and doesn’t get out much.
Old Town: Travels frequently with family and goes camping.
Lifelong friends: Always dreamt of living on a farm, and riding horses. Loves camping, hiking, and not-showering while camping.
See what I mean?! Making this new life in a new town is sort of weird because I have no history here. Although everyone at my church knows my husband, they don’t know me. I don’t have free reign of the offices and work spaces at my church now. I’m not, “Becky’s daughter”. I’m not, “The girl with the Mustang.”
Even my hubby only knows those parts of me through stories and pictures!
What do you think? Do you still live in your hometown? Did you move far away? Is it different for you? Are you different because of it? Is there some secret fact about you that nobody knows?!
Come on, I gave away my secrets (I mean, the velour sweatsuit?), what are yours?