I’m fairly convinced that my little heart would shrivel a bit if forced to reside in a major city. I could do it, mind you, because I’m stubborn and (I like to think) tough. However, it would be difficult. Recently I made the move from my beloved parents’ farm to the “big city” of 150,000. Today, as I sat in traffic caused by a train I had a couple thoughts.
1. It is nice to see these tracks actually being used for a train. I miss the train tracks that run by my home in the country.
2. Lord, I could never live in a big city for too long. Or if I did, my heart would ache a bit and feel a little restricted.
I’ve been to big cities–New York, San Francisco, Seattle, Chicago, Rome, Madrid–but I think it would take a lot to be at home in one. The novelty would eventually wear off and I wonder if I would just walk around with an extra weight on my shoulders.
Freshman year of college I found myself on the phone with my parents telling them that there were people everywhere. I went to a school boasting about 2500 students but I felt that wherever I turned there were people. My room was no longer a quiet sanctuary and I couldn’t think of one place where I could go and be alone. It was a frightening prospect to an introvert. Even as I got used to the people that surrounded me, there were a couple times when I wanted to just go be by myself. Whether it was to have a good cry (and not have to explain why–can’t we just feel like crying sometimes?) or to just let down all of my defenses, I longed for a quiet place of my own. I was used to being in the country. My summer days were isolated from the rest of the world with only my sisters, a TV, a stack of books, and the great outdoors to occupy my hours. In the country, if you want to be alone you have so many options to choose from. You can even walk down a road and not encounter any people for quite a while. It was a haven from the rest of the world and I loved it.
Now I find myself driving home most weekends and relishing the sight of stores fading away, houses fading away, and finally paved roads fading away. Then I will turn off my car and hear…nothing. The beautiful sound of silence that is deep and hearty. I can go to my favorite window in the house and gaze down at the surrounding countryside. The creek that forms a frozen bridge to the pastureland and a sprinkling of trees that provide refuge for the wildlife. If you ignore the lone white house on the hill and the power lines, you could feel like you are all alone for miles and miles. That, my friend, is a very good feeling.
I’m a country girl at heart. My soul is rooted in simplicity and silence. The concrete jungle isn’t really my thing and house after house isn’t the landscape I long for. All of this leads me to conclude (obviously) that Heaven, while being a great communion, must also be filled with deep silence and that beautiful feeling of being alone. I’m not quite sure how it works, but I look forward to finding out.