A certain kind of crazy

         I read an editorial column in one of the local papers today that talked about living in and loving our state. The author, Dustin Hughes, discusses the fact that the state of Oklahoma (the land, not the government) doesn't want us here. He brings up how Oklahoma continuously throws tornados, poison ivy, copperheads, 104-degree summers (106 by my thermometer) and some questionable politicians at us. Mr. Hughes also mentions how Oklahoma "nearly succeeded in kicking us all out in the 30s as the Dust Bowl, combined with the Great Depression, drove many families to California"  He says it takes a certain amount of crazy to love this place, and he's right.

        Growing up I heard several friends talk of how they couldn't wait to get out of Oklahoma. Through the wonder of Facebook I have managed to "catch up" with many of them and for the most part the majority of them are still here in Oklahoma. Many have never left. I was one of the few that did get out of Oklahoma, however, when I left I always knew I would be coming back. When asked why I would want to go back to Oklahoma I could only answer one thing, "because it's a part of me and you can't just leave a piece of yourself lying around somewhere while you venture off to other places."  That answer is still true, but there's more to it now. 

         As I've aged and matured over the years and as things and people have changed around me, I've come to recognize a couple of things. The 1st being that I am a city girl and I would do just fine in a large metropolis. The 2nd is that inspite of number 1, I still LOVE living in Oklahoma. I love that the Arkansas River is wide and lazy as it meanders through this part of the country. At times it even seems to stand still. It is a perfect illustration of why I love Oklahoma. You see, here in Oklahoma, life moves a little bit slower than it does other places, especially in a large city. It's not because we're slow people or country bumpkins. It's because, on some level just a little bit more than others, we know how to enjoy life without all the bells and whistles of the city. We enjoy those things, but we also know how to slow life down and sit in one place all day long waiting to catch a fish and if no fish are caught, it is usually still considered a good day.

      Occasionally we do get a little more starstruck with celebrities, we might not always understand what the city folk are talking about, it takes us a year or more to catch up on the latest fashion trends, and yes, sometimes we add an extra syllable (or two) to our words. But you know what, that extra syllable stretches out the word and slows us down. It helps us stop to enjoy the sunset, it's how we can smell when it's going to rain, it's why we go outside to see if the weather man's right when he says a tornado's coming, and it's why we can spot the big dipper and then debate whether or not it's actually the little dipper while driving down an old, quiet highway.

      Yes I'm a city girl, but you can keep your bustling, never sleeps cities. I'll come visit every now and then, but I love the slow pace of Oklahoma and if that makes me a little insane, well then, I guess I am a certain kind of crazy.