December 7 – Community
Prompt: Community. Where have you discovered community, online or otherwise, in 2010? What community would you like to join, create or more deeply connect with in 2011?
(Author: Cali Harris)
My community is online more so than it is local. The area we live is not one with which I am enamored. I haven’t really felt a sense of community since we lived in Missoula, Montana. For anyone who has ever lived there, you understand and know what I am saying. To live in Missoula is to experience the true meaning of community in every sense of the word. It is part of the reason I consider it my spiritual home. I realize how that sounds. Am I saying community does not exist any where else? No. I am just saying that I personally haven’t experienced community in too many other places – at least not community as I would like it and part of that is my fault. My problem is that I just don’t like where we live and until we can get rid of this house and move, my community is Facebook, Twitter and my online writing group for now.
What I long for is a community where everyone knows each other. Where you go shopping and they know your name and greet you with a smile, where people care about one another and where holidays take on a special flavor in the town. Where we live, it’s hard to tell where one community begins and another ends. It’s hard for me to engage in that type of environment. If you have ever watched the show “Gilmore Girls” – Stars Hollow is my idea of the perfect community. Perfect in my eyes. That is what I long for – as crazy and impossible as it may seem. It fits my quirkiness and yes, I do realize it is a fictional community. Yes, I know. But a girl can dream, right?
My wish for 2011 is that we would be able to sell our house and move out of Wisconsin. My husband would find a job he actually likes and we would find a circle of friends who share our interests – especially on an intellectual level. We would find a community where I finally could feel at home, comfortable and where we could get actively involved. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like a caged animal – as I do now.