Life in a small town that is surrounded by other small towns, set in a rural area, can seem a little dull at times. We have to travel almost an hour to reach the nearest mall, to find decent night life, and of course – to find a Trader Joes. Sometimes this bugs me.
Then there are other times, like this past weekend, when I was really pretty grateful for the cozy little community I call home.
Mike and I were out Friday night for a walk in downtown Wooster and enjoyed several local musicians who were set up on various corners. The evening was perfect: warm yet mild, with a beautiful sunset.
One thing old cities have in common, no matter their size, is the amazing variety and texture of the older buildings. There is nothing I love more than photographing the rough exterior of a brick facade, juxtaposed by another, softer element like foliage or paint.
Saturday morning I was back downtown, browsing local shops with my good friend Sheila before heading off to my weekly prenatal yoga class. The class is held on the second floor of one of those aforementioned old, brick buildings that every downtown has. The windows of the studio are always open, allowing the sounds and smells of downtown to float in during the session. The smells are truly tantalizing, as the studio is within walking distance of half a dozen amazing restaurants and cafes.
That evening, just one town over, Mike and I ran a 5K together to support The Community Birth Circle. The CBC is a wonderful organization – founded by my rock star Doula – that exists to educate and support women and families through pregnancy and postpartum. The event was sponsored by my OB office, another great group of people who are not only skilled physicians and midwives, but also incredible kind and supportive individuals.
In an attempt to cook simpler meals this pregnancy, I’ve tried to scale back the difficulty and amount of the dishes I make for dinner. Instead of creating a big meal plan for the week, I go grocery shopping with my budget and simply purchase what sounds good for that week. I fill my fridge full of basic staples, and then cook each evening whatever appeals to my very limited palette. It’s not perfect, but it’s working. And as much as I wish Trader Joes were just around the corner, I have to say that I’m a very satisfied Aldi shopper. I picked up the pickles pictured below during my last Aldi trip and, well, let’s just say they aren’t going to be around for long…
Life right now seems kind of simple, in a weird way. Not simple like easy, just simple like comfortable. I’m enjoying the comforts of my smallish community – the people, the personality, the accessibility of it all.
There are days when I long for a good place to order pizza from at midnight, but for right now, I’ll settle for a good place to call home.