My pa’s pa was a farmer.  Somewhere south of Bowling Green, can’t remember exactly.

But my pa wanted more.  And the agriculture industry tanked hardcore.  So he settled us down in good ol’ Rural-burbia.

My ma made great omelets in the morn before I’d get on the bus for school.  My ma was a proud shopper at the Piggly Wiggly, but sometimes she’d go to Kroger.

But I grew up.

I learned stuff.  I watched TV and commercials and stuff, I became a global consumer and stuff.  I preached the art of “glocal” networking and social internet media and stuff.  I was spoon-fed top 40 radio but had my more sophisticated indie favorites too.  And I began caring about social issues and stuff, and eating healthier and stuff.

That’s when I realized I was different than my rural-burbia community.  I don’t wanna go to “dry events” for “hip edgy xcore teens” at the local church.  I don’t wanna vote for John McCain just cuz my parents did, even if some black people still make me nervous sometimes in certain situations.  I want to escape the mediocrity of it all.

So I’ve decided that it is finally my time.

Time to leave my 6000 person populated community and take my chances in

The Big City.

The City is where I’ll find it all.  The City is where I’ll find my place.

Where the fast-paced way of life will make me feel alive, where industry’s speed will be exhilarating, where technology will have greater meaning, where my iPhone will actually get 3G service.

I will be in a place where other people “get” me.  I will be part of a city where culture is alive, where I can experience art, entertainment, beauty, passion, wonder, awe.  The streets will be crowded, packed with excitement.  The days will be filled with sunshine and spirit.

I don’t know what I’ll do exactly, but I’ll figure it out along the way.. that’s what’s so great about the city, right?  I’ll get an office job, I’ll be proud to work for a company in a big building, with lots of little offices for so many excited employers just like me.

I am Ready for the City Life.  I am ready for Indianapolis. “I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am.” - Counting Crows and me