Thursday, January 05, 2012

Life in a small town

So we live in Dripping Springs now. Actually, that’s not true. Our mailing address is still in Austin and we have a 787 prefix on our zip code. But we’re in Hays County, not Travis, and the kids are in the Dripping Springs school district. And, as the crow flies, our house is a lot closer to Driftwood than it is to Dripping. It turns out the Salt Lick is only a few miles away on the back roads. Yay.

One of the things I’ve always loved about Austin is how it’s retained its small-town feel despite masses of people moving there every week. I always run into people I know at the Saturday Farmers’ Market downtown, and I don’t think I’ve ever gone running on the Trail without seeing at least one friend. Last week at The Nutcracker, I saw five random friends. It’s nice to live somewhere where everybody knows your name.

But life in Dripping Springs is truly small town. I don’t see anyone I know when I’m out and about, mostly because I don’t know anyone yet. But everyone – EVERYONE – is so dang friendly. The baggers and cashiers at the grocery store, the ladies in the school office, the woman on the phone at the school district transportation office, the sheriff’s deputy who did not give me a ticket yesterday. The cashiers at Whole Foods seem absolutely surly compared to people out here.

If I happen to mention that I just moved to town, people get even friendlier. They want to know if I like living out here and where I came from and where our house is. Every encounter ends with “Welcome to Dripping Springs! I hope you like it here!”

While Runnerdude and Knittergran were visiting, I commented on the friendliness every time I came in from running errands. Knittergran’s comment was that you’d think I lived in a war zone before, not north-central Austin.

I’m learning to adjust and to not freak the heck out when the pharmacy tech starts an idle conversation. But it’s just not normal.

And I’ve never been called “Hon” so many times in my life.

5 comments:

donna said...

Sounds wonderful.I think you have moved to the exact right place for you and it won't be long before you'll start recognising a whole lot of new friendly faces.

Becky said...

I picture you living in Dillon Texas. If you don't get this reference go immediately to Netflix and get Friday Night Lights.

If you do, then clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose.

The Roving Retorter said...

This post is reminding me that I need to actively resume my Break-Out-of-NYC mission. Small-town living is where it's at - especially if the small town isn't too far from a cool city.

Liz @ PeaceLoveGuac said...

When somebody brings you a fresh-from-the-oven pie then you will know for sure you're in a small town!

The Empress said...

HA!

I know.

When we first moved to this little town, I thought, "MAN, but these people are nosey."

My older sister laughed when I told her and said,"It's called small talk."