The city is small and is made even smaller when the six-degrees of separation, which is a common theme everywhere else, is more like two-degrees of separation. It’s interesting. And a bit annoying when I just want to go grocery shopping without running into the daughter of the teacher who taught my husband in third grade, and now works with my mother-in-law, and is also engaged to my neighbor; It’s all so incestuous? That’s not the right word, it’s just… it’s a bit odd. I can’t explain it right. It’s a strange happening.

I am also concerned about raising my kid(s) here. I don’t want them to suffer a lack of open-mindedness and I want them to experience everything there is to experience inside and outside of this bubble. I’m worried that there will be a backlash there as well. Maybe I’m a little neurotic. Okay, I am VERY neurotic. Because after all, being different is never a bad thing, right?

I’m glad to know that finding someone who understands is not as impossible a feat as I thought it was. Once again, thank you.

I have some moderate concerns about raising – specifically, educating – my kids here, but other than that it really is a solid place for family. The kids in my neighborhood play outside until it gets dark. Not in the backyard, but all around the neighborhood. That’s increasingly difficult to find, even in the small cities, and it’s a measure of how safe people feel in their communities.

Anyway, sorry, I just wanted to say that I feel you!