Who’d knew it would be hard to say goodbye to a town where I bruised my eye to the color purple in kindergarten after falling on the concrete at recess time; where I had my first car wreck that totaled my car and left me with a knee I still have problems with today; where I lost my beloved high school (Go Stephen Decatur!!), of which I’m still bitter about; and where I had my horrible trampoline incident that nearly knocked out my front teeth? I’m still reeling over that last one.
But despite all of the bad moments, I have had a person in my life who counteracts the bad, like all of my teachers from preschool through high school who always refers to me as “the quiet one”; my dentist, Dr. Jerry Harrison, who, in my opinion, is the greatest dentist ever; my doctor who knows how to make me feel comfortable; my past and present co-workers; my boss, Tim Cain, who showed so much faith in me; my close friends; my church family and last but not least, my extended-extended family.
Decatur will always be my hometown, and even though I’ve taken another position with a publication in Downers Grove, it doesn’t mean I’ll forget where I came from, or will never visit again, or will talk down about the town, or that I’ll walk away with nothing but bad memories of growing up here.
I’ve loved my time here, and I’ll always remember the people who’ve made it so pleasant. The people are what make this town special.
That’s something I’ve learned while on the job at Herald & Review. And it’s a lesson I won’t soon forget.
Anywho, thank you, thank you, thank you to all, and I bid you farewell.
