There are a number of things I can’t quite get used to out here in SW Virginia. For instance, when you least expect it, you’re going to find yourself in a bit of a chat with someone.
The first time this happened to me, we had been in the house for about two days and I was looking for a plumber. Before our realtor, Colleen, came through with a name to help us out, I looked on Angie’s List and started calling prospects. The woman I spoke to first let me know that no, her company didn’t come out as far as the lake area, but then proceeded to talk with me about some of the history of Smith Mountain Lake (i.e., some local people had lost lots of money selling their land through eminent domain) and some of the famous people she had heard lived out here (particularly suggesting that I keep an eye out for Bill Murray).
It happens at every turn. You might be at the dump and learn about someone’s hydroponic garden (for 40 minutes). Or be in line at Kroger and find yourself discussing favorite breeds of dogs with the cashier and bagger. You never know when it’s going to happen, but you sure can learn a lot. And that’s what I am grateful for on November 2.
2 thoughts on “Things I Can’t Get Used To: Many Chats”
You all lived in high intensity Fairfax for so long; I’m sure the slower pace is a shock to the system. I’m thoroughly enjoying your reflections on the adjustments you are making.
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Thanks so much, Beth! My hope is to one day look back at all these observations and laugh at the transition.