one of my favorite cities on earth is not in europe. nor is it even a city, really. it’s a small town. in the middle of nowhere. its nickname is “cowboy country”. the plains that surround it stretch on for miles and miles, offering its inhabitants one of the most stunning, dusty, orange sunsets you can imagine. it has a population of 40,000. college students make up half of that number. it was once the home of garth brooks. it was once my home, too. actually, it was twice my home. once, when i was born there (i spent the first 2 years of my life there) and again, when i went to college there.
the thing is, i did not want to go to college there. at all. in fact, i think i threw a few fits about it and told my parents i refused. or something to that dramatic effect. i fancied myself too cool, too worldly to live in a small town with ignorant cowboys. i told my parents they were cruel for making me go (don’t i sound like the most pleasant child?). my parents (who went to college there, met there, married there, had all 3 of their children there) told me i’d change my mind.
the first 2 months of my freshman year, i fought and fought and wanted to transfer. the 3rd month, i secretly started to like it but wouldn’t dare tell my parents that. during the 4th month, that ‘like’ became a ‘love’. and by the break for december holidays, i didn’t want to leave.
of all the places i've visited/lived in, stillwater, oklahoma is one of the most unexpectedly magical. don't think i'd ever want to live there again, but the re-visiting is very special. not to mention so fun.
clearly, joel was the happiest of all to see me:
our love for another knows no bounds:
this shirt was my nightgown as a small child, it is a 4T, and this is probably the last time i will be able to fit it over my head:
the best day swimming at the OSU pool with sally:
p.s. how cute is sally’s swimsuit?!