Places Are Like People

What is your favorite city? Today I found myself thinking about how I would answer that question, and I'm honestly not sure I could ever choose just one place. Places are like people to me. I don't think it's fair to choose a favorite.

Every place I have ever visited has at least one lovable quality, and people are the same. As a human, I want nothing more than to be loved, and I at least attempt treating others with that idea in mind. Great cities like Chicago and New York City may have obviously glamorous activities to partake in, but have you ever felt the wind whip across your face from the open plains of Nebraska? Have you ever listened to a rushing mountain stream just after the snow melts? In quite the same way that some people require a little extra digging to their truly endearing qualities, places like Alamosa, Colorado may require a second glance when it comes to finding their greatest charms. The best treasures don't always appear knocking at our front door.

Returning to that question about my favorite city. I can tell you something I love about each place I've visited. The smells while driving across Nebraska may make you think twice about eating beef ever again, but some of the most peaceful and welcoming places I've visited have been in the Cornhusker state. Sometimes the greatest strengths of a place lie in the spirit of its people and not always in the tangible evidence. Like I said before, take a second look and you just might find something that you like about the most unsuspecting of places. Keeping an open mind never hurts either.