4 Things I Miss Most About Home

4 Things I Miss Most About Home

There are few things that can replace the joy of growing up in a small town.

In my 18 years of living in a small town, I may have complained about having to drive two or more hours for good shopping, that there wasn't anything to do on the weekends and plenty of other things that were only detrimental to a teenage girl. Now that I have been away for a few months experiencing the city life; here is what I have to say about the greatness of small towns.


Small towns have a huge sense of family. Whenever someone is in need, the whole town comes together to support them. It's a beautiful thing to watch and something even better to partake in. The sense of family that I grew up knowing is one of the things I miss most from home. No matter if I was actually with my own family or if I was out with friends. It has its downsides though. There were plenty of times that I should've been in class but instead was down the street getting coffee, and would get caught. Unless you lived in a gated community and only fifteen or twenty families were living there, you won't find that sense of family and community in a big city.


Each town has a holiday that they are famous for. For some it's the 4th of July, for others, it's Christmas, and for some, it's even St. Patrick's Day. All of the families go all-out, and it's something you cannot miss if you live close by. At home, we're famous for the Christmas decorations we put up down the main street. Each year, right after Thanksgiving, the decorations go up, and they stay until New Years. It's a tradition that I will always love, and one day want my kids to experience.


I, for one, miss the feel of a dirt road underneath my wheels. There isn't anything quite like rolling your windows down and feeling the evening breeze with your music blaring. As I grew up and was able to drive going for a drive on a dirt road was my way of stress relief. Once you hit the big city, driving is more of a job than it is a way to relax.


I'm from Nebraska, and there are acres and acres of farmland followed by pastures of cow-calf pairs. When you're on the interstate, instead of passing by housing divisions filled with hundreds of houses, you'll be passing pivots and an occasional piece of machinery. The best time of year to go driving on the highway is in the late fall when all of the cows have been turned out on the corn stalks. I always love getting to see and appreciate what all of the farmers and ranchers do.

Even though I may be a big city girl now, I will always appreciate what small towns have to offer.

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A Letter To My Nana, The One Who Loved With A Full Heart

I know you are gone, but you will forever live in my heart.

Dear Nana,

It hasn't been that long since you've been gone. I would say around a month, maybe even less. Needless to say, I miss you. You've made a huge impact on me.

You might be wondering how everything is, and it's as good as it usually is. My exams are coming soon, so school is stressful. I still play the flute, and I want to be a music teacher. It's not much, but I love it. I'll be going to college in a year, which is a lot to handle. It's hard to mentally prepare myself for all of this. The weather is still terrible here, but in India, it's not too cold, not too hot. It's quiet also. It's empty.

We have shared a lot of memories, regardless of how big or small they were. Do you remember when you would just let me and Maanav watch shows on the small television you had? We would turn it on while you would be sleeping, but you wouldn't care. Even if I offered to turn it off to let you sleep, you would still let us watch.

I remember you just sitting by your swing in front of the house. You never sat on the swing but always on the plastic chair next to it. Sometimes, Maanav and I would join you, but mostly it was Maanav.

You would let him buy ice cream from the shop in front of the society, and he wouldn't have to worry about paying. You wouldn't let anyone worry about how much money was spent on buying ice cream. It was something that I admired about you. You wouldn't let anyone worry too much about anything.

Along with that, you were able to put a smile on anyone's face. You had a natural humor that made anyone laugh. You were just so chill, no worries in the world. You didn't care if I laughed at you. When you came over to stay at my house, I would ask what you did all day. You would say that you sat on the chair, then watched cricket or the news and then continued sitting on the chair. The house would be empty, except for you and Nani.

I want to say "thank you."

You have given me so much, but I wasn't able to repay you back. I did small things for you, but it just wasn't enough. We may not have been close, but I'm still happy that you were in my life. You made me laugh and smile with the silly things you would say. You taught me so many things. They may not have been direct, but I still took them as lessons of their own.

You taught me to not worry so much about the little things. You taught me to keep smiling no matter what and that it's OK to be alone for hours.

Thank you for all the memories, laughs, smiles, conversations and much more. I want you to know that I miss you a lot, and I will continue to miss you. There's still a place for you in my heart, and it won't go away. Because of that, you will continue to live on in my memories and in my heart. I love you.

Your granddaughter,

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Poetry On Odyssey: Tick, Tock

I made a poem about my grandmother's long, meaningful life.

How can a moment last forever

If the day ends so soon?

Tick, tock,

The moment is gone.

Sun appeared in the azure, unborn sky,

Followed by your silk white dress

And your brushed chestnut hair.

Tick, tock.


Wrinkles on your taciturn face

Introducing the knots and your tainted fate.

Tick tock,

Memories lost, but

You are not yet gone.

How can a moment last forever

If the day ends so soon?

Tick, tock,

The moment is gone.

The same childish glee spread

As you deteriorate.

I see it in my mother

And she sees it in me.

I see you in her eyes.

You think 93 years?

I think forever.

Time is limited.

You are not.

Disclaimer: This is a work of poetry. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a poetic manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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