Small Town Life Hinders a Good Fit
If you live in my area, it's hard to believe that I refer to our suburb as small town. Trust me. I mean- the traffic doesn't feel small town, but it is. It's like this: Doug is working on his 21st year teaching. All 21 years have been in the same school. I'm working on year 19. Twelve years have been at this school. We live in the same community that the school we teach in is located in. Our kids have extra curricular activities in this community. We go to church in this same community. We shop, eat out, and go to the doctor in this community. It's not a completely unreasonable request that I have facetiously said I must know at least 3 generations of a family- of whoever my kids want to date. We have purposely chosen to live this way. We love that we know our town. Sometimes though . . . sometimes it's not always good. Say, a person takes their car to get an inspection . . . a month late. Say that same person- was 3 months late getting their inspe