By sandi | June 7, 2012
I don’t generally consider myself a big city girl but whenever I am in a small town it is painfully obvious to me. Not that I don’t’ enjoy visiting, but I can tell you without a doubt that I would not ever want to live there full time or retire there.
I live in a suburb. The nearest grocery store to me is a fifteen minute drive and yet it is only 15 minutes. I like it like that. Trotting into town isn’t for me. I need my life to be a bit more convenient than that.
With that said I love to visit small towns. The little shops the small homey diners they amuse me and bring a smile to my face. The close knit community and their hospitality is a welcome change from the city where the only place I get treated like that is at my local Costco and that is because I go there 2-3 times per week.
Clearly there must be something about me that exudes this city girl kind of persona because a impertinent man thought that I needed help when teaching my daughter to fish and even came over and took the hook off for her. I would have ripped it all out of his hands and told him I could definitely handle this on my own but I didn’t want to make a scene and honestly touching fish isn’t high on my list of things I love to do in life. While I may look like some fluffy pansy housewife I certainly am not.
In the end nice trips to small towns are lovely. Living in a small town for longer than a week . . . well, I think I would go nuts.