I just had a lovely bit of small talk with a gentleman as I was making my train connection. It took me a minute to realize I’d met him in the grocery store a while back. I’d helped him pick out a pork loin when he wasn’t quite sure which kind his wife meant, and we’d talked for about 10 minutes about this and that.
My heart will always be in NY but I’m definitely developing a fondness for the community in this neck of the woods. I have chats with my neighbors as they walk dogs. Joggers in the park give a little wave as we run past each other. My next door neighbor clears our walk, because my elderly landlord can’t.
Maybe this is normal and I just never noticed before. Maybe I never stayed n one place long enough before. But it’s definitely endearing.
Silver Tides 