Wednesday 19 September 2012

small town truths

(an iceberg in Twill this time last year)

i love living in a small town. really, i love that after a year of living here, we know a lot of people. when we go to the grocery store, most of the cashiers know that we bring our own bags. when we play pool on sundays, we chat with the bartender, who is also the cosmetician at the drugstore. people give us stuff all the time. jam, moose, pasta, cod. maybe this happens in big towns too.  

but. yesterday i was described as "foreign" by a patient. they were concerned that my accent was too strong. really, i grew up in the maritimes, and have very little accent. same with my husband. 

also. we have our very first visitors from the mainland coming to stay with us this week. so we needed a bed, and sheets. my neighbour gave us a bed. so then we needed sheets. we do not shop at the store that starts with wal- and ends with -art, so when it came to buying sheets, we had zero choices. it's true. there is only one place in our small town to buy sheets. i ended up going to a liquidation type store in twillingate to get "feels like egyptian cotton" sheets. the only kind they had. 

anyway, there are pros and cons to life in a small town. 

1 comment:

  1. I am glad I am not alone in refusing to shop at Mallwart.

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