A Tourist In My Own Town
I’ve had a love affair with adorable town squares for as long as I can remember. Cowboy has often said the unicorn I am hunting in life is a grand old farmhouse on a hundred acres in the middle of a town square. (Yes, most definitely a unicorn!)
But I have to say that where we live now, just outside our quaint little town at the tippy top of the Texas hill country, is just about perfect. We’re just a hop, skip, and a jump from the Glen Rose town square – filled with delightful shops, good eats, and quirky findings that make it special.
Whenever Cowboy and I have guests, we often take them into town and show them all that is Glen Rose. Heck, we used to be those tourists dreaming of finding our own spot. So on this gloriously sunny, albeit slightly windy day, with a little time off, I decided to be a tourist in my own town. Just me, myself, and I.
I drove on down to the square, promptly parked the Jeep, and hopped out with a spring in my step. No time clock. No agenda. Just me and the town I’ve come to love. I wandered from shop to shop – trying on clothes, laughing at funny signs, looking through stacks of old books and farmhouse antiques.
The shop keepers were all gracious as they asked if I needed help, shared their post Christmas sales, and wished me Happy New Year. There were quaint little parks and tucked in between buildings and historic old structures still decked out with holiday flair. And when you really looked, you could see that our little treasured square holds genealogy secrets, dinosaur footprints at the museum (yes, we are the dinosaur capital of Texas), and art galleries. How perfectly farmtastic! There is just something about a square that makes this farmgirl’s heart sing.
Sometimes it’s easy to miss what’s right in front of us with all the glory of the Internet and ease of Amazon. (Don’t get me wrong, I’m the first to admit that Amazon Prime can change a farmgirl’s life. You can even order a muck rake online; trust me, I’ve done it). But today was not about the pure task of shopping, it was about the act of experiencing where I live. Talking to people, supporting the town, and basking in gratefulness. Because I am exactly where I am meant to be.
As you get ready to jump into 2017, I encourage you to take a look around at where you are and become a tourist in your own town. Maybe you live in a big city and have amazing museums or restaurants. Maybe you live in the suburbs with walking and biking trails that just spur the imagination. Wherever you are, find the beauty.
And if you ever find yourself in Glen Rose, stop by the square and do a little strolling. It’s good for the soul.