Monday, October 03, 2011
It's the kind of place where you run into people you know. Where people know your name. Where you're a regular customer, and people know your order.
I ran out at lunch time to do errands as well as pick up some groceries for lunch. First, I stopped at the storage center - my afterschool art program had stored furniture and supplies there for 3 years, and the ladies had my deposit refund check - I went in, said good morning, they asked how the move went, and gave me my check, without my even asking for it.
I picked up a package at the post office - mentioned to a young lady in the parking lot that her tire was low - turned out she was a former student, so she jumped out of her car and gave me a big hug and told me I look great! (She's now out of high school, so she was a student maybe 6 or 8 years ago.)
Then at the fruit/veg market, I ran into DH - he was buying bagels for the house as I ran around getting fruit, carrots, pita bread, sliced turkey - so I managed to get a couple of kisses from him as well, yes in the middle of the store.
We also ran into a friend, another artist on island, who is married to the owner of the deli we go to on weekends for breakfast - they just got back from a long trip through China, so we were able to hear all about it as we waited at the checkout line.
So yes, I like living in a small place, where these things happen. I'm not a big city anonymous kind of person. I like running into all kinds of people I know. It makes me feel like I belong somewhere.