Every summer for the past four years I've visited the local farmers' market. I enjoy having fresh produce for cooking and like how I can find fruits and vegetables not common at the local grocery stores. Like some of the peppers I've posted above. A few years ago a second market came to town, both offer their own specialties.
The bittersweet part for me is that this may be the last year I'll be visiting these markets. By this time next year I'll likely be living elsewhere. The farmers' markets in a way have reminded me how set I am in my ways. I'm used to being a settled person. Unlike my army brat fiancee who's used to moving every few years I'm the type who settles and finds contentment. I've only moved a few times in my life.
It makes me realize that I will miss my hometown when I leave. I know I should leave just because as much as I'm attached I need somewhere else to grow personally. I'll miss my friends, and many of the art events I both promote and attend. I like that for most of the year it's a peaceful place to live. I'm not like most of my acquaintances who treat this town like it's the best place on Earth. It's great, but doesn't have what I need. It won't give me a career based from my studies aside from the occasional charity case. I've reached a plateau as an artist because what I do is different from what other artists do. Most artists are of the visual sort, and while I am of the literary sort most other writers I know either write about local history or traditional poetry. Their compliments help me feel like I'm going in the right direction, but I know I need to find others who write in the same style to get the growth I desire.
I'm sure wherever I go, I'll find other markets to shop at. They won't be the same as the ones I've been frequenting these past few years. I just need to remind myself that when I find where I'm going, and am able to settle, I should be fine.
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