Recently I read a story lamenting all the reasons that living in a small town sucks. Nothing to do. Everybody is so judgmental. The gossiping.
I beg to differ.
I get the criticism. Living in a small town takes some ‘getting used to.’ I had a seasonal employee who moved up to our small town for the summer after growing up in a big city. A few weeks after she arrived, she rode with me as I took care of a few errands. We stopped at the post office, the bank, etc. After about my eighth conversation along the way with somebody I knew, she turned to me, a puzzled look on her face, and asked, “does EVERYBODY here know who you are?”
Yep. Pretty much. Unless they are new. In which case, give it a few months.
I grew up in the small town I still call home. I even ‘escaped’ for a while to travel the world and pursue university degrees. When I had an opportunity to ‘move back home’ in my mid-20s my biggest fear was I would spend the rest of my life sitting in my parent’s living room watching TV and translating the punch-lines for my increasingly deaf father.
But, encouraged by a new relationship (pro tip for small-town wannabes, bring your partner with you because your dating options once you’ve made the move are greatly limited), I took the leap and moved back to my town of just slightly over 1800 people. I haven’t strayed since.
Here are my top nine reasons why.
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