The other day I was asked by a friend about the place that I come from. “What part of the world is it?”  “What is it like?” My answer was quick, as we had to begin our days…but her questions lingered long after we said our good-byes. Driving away I thought about the simplicity of my answer and how little my description did to convey the beauty found within the community in which I come from.  The more I drove, the more my thoughts painted a picture of the wealthy town that we left. I thought about the buildings, the parks, the restaurants, the people.  Until finally I found myself…