I thought to myself today “One of questions my dearest readers might have is how come I’ve decided to live in Chautauqua, or where I was before. So why not write about that?”
I lived in Cleveland all of my life. I was raised there, finished school, had my first girlfriend and so on. Life was pretty good there, but you could say I lived in sort of a bad neighbourhood. You know, drugs, violence, that kind of thing… It wasn’t really that safe to walk down the streets at night and I worried about Julia every time she left the house.
Once we got married, we started talking about having kids and the big problem was we didn’t want to raise him there. So we talked, A LOT. And we researched, A LOT.
There were a lot of places we liked, but none really stood out so we just kept postponing and researching and postponing and researching. Once Julia got pregnant though, then it was time to panic. But Julia soon got a marvellous idea – moving to her tiny home town I’ve never even heard of.
I checked the pictures online, place looked nice. Checked house prices, they weren’t too high. They had everything a growing child could need and nature surrounded the town on all sides. It was perfect! Why didn’t we think of this earlier?? A small town like this will surely feel like we’re spending our lives on vacation.
It did not.
You’d be surprised how differently people act in smaller towns. In the city, everyone minds their own business, no one would turn their head if you’re getting mugged on the street in middle of the day. In small town, everyone would jump and smack the thieving bastard, then the whole town would hear about it, talk about it, make story twists to it. Small town is pretty much like a female hair salon where everyone just talks about what everyone else is doing wrong.
Anyway we came, we liked, we bought, and we live in a dream. Well, would be if folk stopped knocking on our doors every 20 minutes.