tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post7113927100581017690..comments2023-12-21T05:18:05.820-05:00Comments on Lemming's Progress: I was born in a small townlemminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06767103318863906140noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-3458728921667656502008-11-25T10:06:00.000-05:002008-11-25T10:06:00.000-05:00I was born in a suburb of Cleveland but we moved t...I was born in a suburb of Cleveland but we moved to Kent when I was a toddler and I have lived in the same two blocks ever since. I am hopelessly, eternally and forever a small town girl. I'd feel like a fish out of water in the big city. I love the intimacy of small towns and the feeling of always being home and seeing the same familiar faces day in, day out. It feels like family. And no amount of big city living can ever replace that feeling.SallyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02866119113767406408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-25439951423888992812008-11-17T12:23:00.000-05:002008-11-17T12:23:00.000-05:00I wasn't born in a small town and I didn't stay in...I wasn't born in a small town and I didn't stay in one place for very long, but I had a similar Facebook experience, finding a similar list for the town I lived in the longest, by dint of having lived there twice and for the two longest periods I lived anywhere until I moved here. I've been flooded with some pretty strong memories and also have reconnected with a lot of old friends, including one that I don't think I've seen since the third grade. I'm discovering I love it much more for having left it. Maybe that's the nature of such things.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com