{"id":792,"date":"2013-07-10T00:59:02","date_gmt":"2013-07-10T00:59:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/?p=792"},"modified":"2013-07-10T00:59:02","modified_gmt":"2013-07-10T00:59:02","slug":"every-place-has-its-beauty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/every-place-has-its-beauty\/","title":{"rendered":"Every place has it’s beauty."},"content":{"rendered":"

A week or so ago my\u00a0 running crew and I were stretching after our morning 5 miler when an nice older gentleman came walking by us and started a conversation.\u00a0 He was visiting family in town but was from Utah or Montana (I can’t remember which one for some reason).\u00a0 I said to him something a long the lines of, “We don’t have as good of views as you do out there!”\u00a0 He smiled and replied, “every place has it’s beauty”<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

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I have always thought that I do not belong in Illinois.\u00a0 I belong in the mountains, in the forest, somewhere where I can hike every day and just be surrounded by nature constantly. Not here in boring old Illinois.\u00a0 But the man was right, Oswego sure does have it’s beauty.\u00a0 It might not be surrounded by gigantic mountains or state parks, but it is beautiful all the same.<\/p>\n

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Sometimes we spend so much time wishing to be on the greener grass on the other side, that we miss our own beautiful landscape.\u00a0 There has been many times, that I am in awe of the beauty that sits just outside my house.\u00a0 The gorgeous sunrise, the beautiful river and the rustic small town I adore so much.\u00a0 Every place you go has it’s own beauty, but how often do you stop and appreciate it?\u00a0 I may be envious of my friends living in Colorado, Norway or San Fran but who is to say they are not envious of Oswego, IL? That might be a stretch, but I can dream!<\/p>\n

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I live a half mile from town where multiple small business know me by first name, our house is right behind the beautiful fox river and the sunrises out here in the country plains are to die for.\u00a0 It is a fantastic community that I would not trade anything for.\u00a0 Every place has it’s beauty<\/strong>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A week or so ago my\u00a0 running crew and I were stretching after our morning 5 miler when an nice older gentleman came walking by us and started a conversation.\u00a0 He was visiting family in town but was from Utah or Montana (I can’t remember which one for some reason).\u00a0 I said to him something a long the lines of, “We don’t have as good of views as you do out there!”\u00a0 He smiled and replied, “every place has it’s beauty”. I have always thought that I do not belong in Illinois.\u00a0 I belong in the mountains, in the forest, somewhere where I can hike every day and just be surrounded by nature constantly. Not here in boring old Illinois.\u00a0 But the man was right, Oswego sure does have it’s beauty.\u00a0 It might not be surrounded by gigantic mountains or state parks, but it is beautiful all the same. Sometimes we spend so much time wishing to be on the greener grass on the other side, that we miss our own beautiful landscape.\u00a0 There has been many times, that I am in awe of the beauty that sits just outside my house.\u00a0 The gorgeous sunrise, the beautiful river and the rustic small town I adore so much.\u00a0 Every place you go has it’s own beauty, but how often do you stop and appreciate it?\u00a0 I may be envious of my friends living in Colorado, Norway or San Fran but who is to say they are not envious of Oswego, IL? That might be a stretch, but I can dream! I live a half mile from town where multiple small business know me by first name, our house is right behind the beautiful fox river and the sunrises out here in the country plains are to die for.\u00a0 It is a fantastic community that I would not trade anything for.\u00a0 Every place has it’s beauty.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-792","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"aioseo_notices":[],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/792","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=792"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/792\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":796,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/792\/revisions\/796"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=792"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=792"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=792"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}