How cool is this town-type map of Long Island? I love this!
When Eric and I met I told him I lived in a small town. I told him I was raised in a small town, and every time I would go into said town, I'd run into someone I knew. When Eric actually came to visit Huntington, he said, "This is not a small town! This is a city!" I am well aware Huntington is no longer a one-stoplight sort of place, but in my heart, it's totally a "small town"! Let me give you a great example.
The other day I was going for a haircut after school. I drove to the salon, but I was early, so I wandered into the deli next door to see if they had any frozen food (yes, our deli homemakes food and freezes and sells it...as in Swedish meatballs, lasangna, mac-n-cheese, and turkey dinners). Now, I've been going to this deli for the past two decades; Jenny and I used to take dance at a studio right above the deli, so said deli became a waiting place for our parental units. Well, I walked into the deli and took a frozen family style mac-n-cheese from the freezer. As I went to go pay I realized I really didn't want to carry this into the salon with me. So, I asked the boy who works there, who I've said hello to a million times, if I could leave it out with them at the deli, to defrost while I went to get my hair cut. He was happy to help and told me he'd leave my mac-n-cheese behind the counter to defrost so I could make it that night for dinner. Awesome.
So, I'm leaving the deli, thinking, "wow, I love living in a small town where people know me and I can leave my dinner out to defrost while I get my haircut next door." I walk into the salon and low-and-behold who is sitting in my lady's chair? My grandmother! I was thrilled to see her and it confirmed all my suspicions that I did indeed live in a small town.
Although our beloved Huntington has grown in huge ways over the years, it's still my small town, and if anyone asks (ahem, my husband) I'm still a small town girl!
Do you come from a city or a "small town"?