Preparation is key, when considering a move to a small town. Knowledge is power and would highly suggest attending a city council meeting or two … just to get your feet wet! Shoulda, coulda, didn’t.
Understand up front that you will never, ever, ever and I mean never … feel like a part of the community and you will most certainly make more enemies than you will friends.
Come to terms with the reality that there is absolutely nothing you can do to change things … small town folk think they own the place … isn’t that cute … you’re an intruder … get over it … if something ever does change you may not live to see it.
SIDE BAR: Even though this appears to be a slam on small town living … it’s not … I love our vintage building and the quiet historic place where it stands.
Best advice we can give when making the move into a small town … mind your own business, surrender to being a topic of conversation every time you walk the dog, keep saying hello, even if they make a face (or ignore you) when you do, enjoy the quiet and think happy thoughts.
It’s easy enough, with practice … you just can’t let it get to you.
Besides, I love the solitude and beauty of this place and they’re not the boss of me.
Where does happiness go?
Do we stash it away for someday and then forget where we put it?
It was a sad day when I realized that I can make other people laugh but I can’t make them happy … they have to do that themselves.
That lead me to ask a few people in my life, “Are you happy?”
Surprised that every answer had a pause attached to it with the person’s eyes searching the heavens.
Guess I expected one instant YES, I’m very happy! But … I didn’t get one.
I tried not to but I had to follow up with, “What is your happiest memory?”
My favorite answer was a friends happy thought that someday she would be driving down the coast in her pink Barbie Corvette.
Guess it’s a start … although she’s in her fifties, very very unhappy and can’t see how lucky she is to drive a Hyundai:)
The one constant is our insatiable need to try to fill every part of it, on a daily basis.
Not gonna happen.
Why can’t we just be happy with what we’re experiencing, while we we’re experiencing it?
I think A.A. Milne may have nailed it …
“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although eating honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.