I’ve enjoyed Kentucky more than I expected. I knew that I would enjoy seeing my family, but I didn’t think I would like Kentucky. Now, do keep in mind that I haven’t done a ton of sightseeing–aside from Target, Walmart, Chick-fil-a, and the labor and delivery ward of the University of Louisville Hospital.
But I’ve enjoyed Kentucky because it is still.
My sister lives outside of Louisville in a sweet little town. Her backyard is green before it turns into fields of brown…something. I don’t really know what it is. Not corn? Maybe hay? (I’ve never really been a country girl.) And the sky here is huge. Huge. And so blue.
I’ve associated a few other places with this type of calm and tranquility before. Sun Valley. Kapaa. Kailua. I thought I loved Sun Valley because of the mountains and the valleys and the lack of cell service and the quiet, and that’s true. I loved Kapaa for the same reasons. I had cell service in Kailua, but it was a weekend spent there where I avoided the usual social commitments, slept in and woke up to sunshine, and didn’t worry about much else going on. Here in Kentucky I have the sleep and the quiet and the rest. There is simply no pressure. I feel like the sky is big enough for me to breathe and the people are so sweet that I get a little bit sweeter too.
There are special people associated with each of those places I mentioned, and Kentucky is certainly no exception (quite the opposite in fact–my trip here was primarily due to the birth of a new nephew), but I come to love the places associated with these memories too. Special people, special places.