Where Am I Doing Here?

Tonight I sat and listened to live bluegrass music being played for a couple of hours. Here in Southeast Georgia that’s not an odd thing. It’s different to me though because in the year 2007, on a Saturday night, I would have been in some club dancing my booty off to hip hop music, wearin and outfit I just bought yesterday.

Times have changed and so have my activities. So much so that if has the tendency to freak out some of my Missouri friends. In one conversation, an old friend of mine was shocked that I lived such a low-key life now. That I don’t go out as much as I used to and shop less than ever. She even questioned what happened to me?

Sure I’ve traded in my some of my dancing shoes for flip flops. Maybe I shop less and relax more. My crew consists more of working professionals instead of professional workers. We party less, but know each other more. My decisions have even changed from being so spontaneous to being more processed and thought through. I even find myself people watching instead of being one of the people being watched.

I’m still me. Just me relocated. Any person put into a new environment will conform to their surroundings. I have conformed to laid-back beach music on Saturday nights and acoustic live music on Mondays in a courtyard. Sweet tea has become a staple, and I have become a seafood snob. I can still swagger with style and dress to the nines. Heck, I can even keep up with the best of them on the dance floor and teach em some moves from the Lou. I just do it differently and in different amounts now.

It’s because I live in a different place now. Where things aren’t as fast and expectations are different. Sure sometimes I still catch myself wondering what I am doing here and where exactly I am now. But for some reason I am okay with the difference. I’m still me after all, just in a different location.