Yesterday I had to laugh at myself. I was driving in our downtown area, heading to the library. I had to stop at a 2-way stop. Then I had to wait while 1, 2, 3 cars went by. I was about to pull out when I spotted the third car. That's when I said it!
In a very frustrated voice, I said, "TRAFFIC!"
I immediately started to laugh at myself, because I realized this traffic I was complaining about was 3 cars, somewhat spaced out. They were just close enough I didn't want to pull in front of them, but they weren't bumper to bumper or anything. Nothing like when we visit the Kansas City area and you feel like it's a battle to just change lanes.
I like life in a small town.
It still surprises me at times when someone knows my name when I walk into an office. I don't consider myself that memorable, and although my husband's family has deep roots in this town, it is a small family and most haven't lived here in years (only his Grandma). I suppose it could be the boatload of kids I usually travel with that makes me memorable, but there are some offices I've never taken them into and am still remembered there. I can get used to it, though.
I definitely like living in a small town. Though I am thankful that our small town has its own Wal-mart, and a small privately owned grocery store. We aren't too small ... just small enough.