By Sparky | December 17, 2005
This strange thing happens to me every time I go home to Walla Walla to visit my family: I yearn for the simple life. Without fail every time I set foot in my sleepy little home town I for a moment want to move back.
Now mind you – it’s usually gone within a day or two of me leaving Walla Walla, or if I stay for a week or so it’s gone by the time I leave, but still the simple life calls out to me.
Why don’t I do it? Why don’t I take advantage of an easy life with low cost of living? The answer is as simple as the yearning – Walla Walla is too boring for me. It’s simple with no pressures or stress yet at the same time offers nothing to do.
I just sat down and talked with a very long time friend of mine. I’ve known him since I was of a single digit age, and he’s done the Walla Walla to Seattle to Walla Walla living situation similar to mine, but now he’s back in Walla Walla. When I hear him talk about his life I’m jealous – it’s easy, involves no stress, and he gets by just fine without a car. He on the other hand is bored to tears and can’t wait until he gets his act together to move back to a big city again.
I guess the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. There is no ultimate solution for the likes of me. At least I know that I’ll always have Walla Walla to retire to if I end up an old boring fart.
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