Today I went to a festival, where I wandered, wearing my red white and black cowboy boots.
I wandered, taking pictures, allowing my mind to wander, too.
I ate festival foods, and I felt the warm sun bring freckles to the surface of my cheeks. I met with old friends, and I paid way too much for the biggest, fanciest candy apple I’ve ever seen.
I bought gourmet cheese from an organic goat farm in Ste. Genevieve County, Missouri, and I took notes as the farmer talked about what recipes I should try using the cheeses in. I’ll spend my day tomorrow cooking. I also went to a coffee shop, where I read the RFT and blogged and drank coffee.
I wandered across town to my favorite record store, where I listened for hours to CDs by bands I’d never heard of while strangers trickled into and out of the store. Somewhere inside the sounds of the music I recovered something of mine that I didn’t quite realize I’d lost in the first place.
I may blog as smalltowngirl, but this small town girl’s heart belongs in a bigger city. Even though I miss Brooklyn more than I thought possible, I know that it’s time that I found ways to make St. Louis my home.
