My, How My Outlook Has Changed Since Moving
ALTHOUGH no one has heard the full story of the last few years of my life (and perhaps no one wants to), perhaps the most significant item in that time is my move to Seminole, Oklahoma.
As with any major life decision, many factors were involved in this one, and perhaps no other decision in my life started off with so much turmoil, and ended with so much peace.
Arguably the most convincing incentive for me was that my family had already moved to Seminole.
I seem to be one of a small crowd of fortunate people who want to be around their families, even though I can easily remember I a time when I tired of them.
Besides greatly admiring my parents, their accomplishments, their wisdom, and their love, I wanted to be near my brother Z, during his high school years. I thought that perhaps he could learn from some of my mistakes even when he wouldn’t listen to M and D.
Another reason that was high on the list, urging me to move to Seminole was this: I’ve always loved this small town, for reasons too convoluted to fully explain.
The aging, crumbling brick buildings, divided by lumpy red-brick streets in downtown Seminole somehow bring romantic images of a time when this place was a booming oil town — the second-busiest railroad depot in the nation used to be right here, according to the history books.
And I like being in a locale where I can log off the internet, walk outside, and step into a picturesque wooded canyon, miles from civilization.
Yet another reason for my move was the fact that I’d burned most of my bridges in Arkansas, and needed a fresh start. Fortunately, I was single, without many attachments, and could easily pick up my roots.
Speaking of roots, I’ve rarely lived anywhere long enough for my roots to go too deep into one community, so by deciding to stay here for a long, long time, I’ve committed myself to the unknown.
I don’t know what it’s like to be a living, breathing part of a town, but I have no doubt that I can learn.