Chesterfield. You tell someone that you are from there and their response will most definitely be ¨what the hell is a Chesterfield?¨, unless they just so happen to be from there.
Their response is nothing new. Chesterfield is not some small town. In reality it is one of the largest counties in Virginia. Everybody almost knows everyone in CField. You knew that one girl who went to that party with that one dude who used to ride the bus with the girl next door, if you see what I am saying.
Like most places, CField makes you feel like you are, more or less, trapped. We escaped to 20 minutes north to Richmond and make it our playground to feel what it is like outside of the field. Long walks down Broad at 2 AM make you feel alive. That $2 from Christians at 1:30 is the best slice of pizza you will have in your entire life for the measly 10 minutes it lasts. A different landscape.
Everyone wants to get out. Whether it be getting to Richmond, Norfolk, or anywhere that doesn´t include NoVa, us Chesterfieldians want to get a breath of fresh air that isn´t laced with Salisbury moms, Chester pickup trucks, Cosby nose-jobs, Midlo ignorance, or Bon Air brats.
When I graduated from VCU, my plan was to head to DC. I love it , and I really cannot explain why. Long story short, I applied for a job in DC and ended up moving to NYC, back to CField, and then back to NYC again. But this time, it´s forreal.
It is definitely a jump from taking the Powhite 10 minutes to Cary Street to go hang with my buds on Floyd or anywhere else, but it´s that breath of fresh air that I´ve been longing for. A place of my own.
My college experience was laced with long nights and endlessly crashing on my friends´ couches. And to be quite honest, those were some of the best times of my life. But change is good. This time, I´ll be offering the couch to stay on, or the glass of water, or the geeb.
This is just the beginning.
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