Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Just A Small Town Girl...


It's in your head now, admit it.

Today, I had the afternoon off work.  I had a few things I needed to do, such as visit the doctor to find out why everything keeps spinning (it's Vertigo, in case you were wondering and not, as I first suspected, that I've become a Timelord and can feel the actual turning of the Earth, more's the pity).  

Venturing into a relatively small town that you've lived in for the past seventeen years gives you a feeling similar to having a wee on a really cold day; it's comfortably warming.  

There's plenty to be said against living in a relatively small place for a long period of time.  People always either know your business or want to and I do often envy my sister, who lives in London and can seemingly order a takeaway from anywhere at any time.  Here, once it's past 10pm, you're pretty much screwed and almost nowhere delivers.  We don't have that busy, bustling, exciting atmosphere of a city going on and if I want to go to a decent array of shops, you're talking about a car journey of at least forty minutes (longer if I decide Truro doesn't have a big enough selection and I have to go all the way to Plymouth).

But there's so much to be said in favour of living in a smaller place, too.  For all the times I joke about living in "the arse end of nowhere," it's home.  And it's home because just popping into town has put the most enormous smile on my face.

Hooray!

For a start, the whole "everyone knows you" thing doesn't have to be remotely negative.  I actually love the fact that today, my mum and I went into a local jewellers to pick up a ring Mum had had cleaned and the staff immediately spotted our dog and went: "Rusty!  Hello!"  Then they hurried off to get him a treat (it's no wonder he's so porky).  Afterwards, I popped into a small clothes shop we have in town, since I needed a new handbag (I appear to have bought a case; my new one is seriously huge) and the lady in that shop knew us, too.  When I finally went to see the doctor, it was like having a catch-up with someone you've known for ages (who just happens to be able to diagnose you and prescribe you with the appropriate medication for your condition).

We live in a place where almost every time I pop into town, someone I know will say hi.  For some people, that's the epitome of Hell, but I think it's really nice.  It makes you feel like you're part of a community.  From the elderly guy who lives on the hill by my house, to the local GPs who've known me and my ailments since I was 16 years old, there's something rather charming about being in a place where you're known and accepted.  

Of course, there are days when I'm not feeling well, or I'm in a foul mood and I don't want to stop and say hello to anyone.  And there are times when I think it would be lovely to live somewhere with more going on.  Who knows, maybe I'll fall in love with a city boy and be swept off to London, where I'll totally change my mind about being something of a Country Mouse.  But, for the time being, I'm rather happy being a Small Town Girl.

Besides, when you've lived somewhere for as long as I've lived here, simple places start to become special to you.  There's the bench I was sitting on when I got together with my first ever boyfriend.  The seat in the doctors' waiting room that I always choose.  The restaurant where I know exactly what I want from the menu before I've even sat down.  Little things like that add up to make a place feel like home.  And I guess in a way, this post is a bit like a love letter to my hometown.

The shops, the cafes, the people.  It's always good to have a moment when you realise that for all the times you've moaned about where you live, you stick around for a reason.  And that reason is because deep down, you know you love it, really.  And I do.

Wadebridge... Will you be my Valentine?!





2 comments:

  1. This is just what I needed to read right now. As a fellow small-town girl who often daydreams of a life in more active place, it often feels like I'm stuck here in the ass end of nowhere (American Midwest version). The little things really do make it special however. That restaurant I can enter and the waitress pretty much as my order in before I sit down, the little rapport with the check-out lady at the grocery store, people being overall more friendly, etc. It's little things like that that make small towns special. I'm both eager and anxious to leave, because while I will have to move on eventually for career purposes if nothing else, I'm going to miss a lot of these little things.

    Thank you for reminding me to treasure this chapter of my life.

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    1. Aw, thank YOU for the lovely comment! Yeah, I know the feeling; there are times when I think it would be so exciting to be somewhere bigger and with more to do. But then again, I love visiting London, but I'm not certain I could live there all the time. I do love my little town!

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