Missouri
Missouri is, it’s a, it’s, hmmm, it’s not easy to put into words. So far every place I’ve seen has been easy to describe, but Missouri is... different. It’s not that there aren’t any defining features of Missouri because there are. The houses are lined along the streets with cars parked neatly in the driveways. The people are private but friendly and go about their days in whichever way their schedule allows them to. There are office buildings, and recreational places, community events, and private gatherings. Missouri has all these defining traits but I still can’t seem to describe what it is that makes it so, so, something. Mare has the radio turned on to the local radio station, and the radio personalty is talking about how the community. They talk about the local school and how students are setting new records. How a local family is asking for donations to help with the newest developments to their neighborhood and how a beloved shop owner is retiring. So many interesting things going on here in Missouri, but I still can’t find the words to describe it. I roll down the window at a stoplight and listen to the city noises. Cars humming, people walking, a constant stream of chatter, all melding together into the sounds of city life, sounds you hear in every city, but different in a way that’s unique only to Missouri. I roll the window back up. Maybe I should give up trying to explain Missouri, maybe that’s just what Missouri is. For whatever it’s worth Missouri was
