The only person I knew when we moved here was Jodi. She was the director of the Chamber of Commerce at the time, and let me tell you: she knew EVERYTHING. She was my lifeline to getting done all the little things that must be done when you move. Phone company, internet service, electricity, school enrollment, phone numbers, addresses --all that stuff-- I couldn't have done it without her.
And I continued to have questions for her even after we moved and most things were taken care of. I was trying to get my Zumba classes started up, and wondering who to call, and she put me in touch with a few people. One day when I called her, she said, "Hey, are you coming to town?" I answered in the affirmative, and she gave me directions to the chamber office and told me to come by, so we could finally meet in person.
Jodi met me at the door with a hug! A hug, y'all! After I had been glared at, stared at, and generally made to feel unwelcome by the patrons of Wal-mart, here was this darling sweet woman, welcoming me with open arms. If you know anything about me, you know I love hugs! She said, "Come on, let's jump in my car and I'll show you around town!" And that's just what we did. Jodi took time out of her day to personally drive me all over town, showing me this and that, telling me to go here, talk to this person, call that person.
Weeks later, she talked me in to serving on the Chamber Board. Technically, Reggie was nominated for the position, but I wound up with it. During my time on the Chamber Board, I served my new community with excellent people from all over town: An insurance agent, a realtor, people from both the big banks in town, a computer fix-it guy, a minister, and people in advertising. I enjoyed being head of the events committee and planning the Halloween on Main event. I've made some lifelong friends, people I trust and can go to if I need anything.
Along the way, I've made some really great friends. When I started teaching Zumba at a local gym, I met Kala. She is a trainer and yoga instructor, and so very much more. Kala's interests are as varied as you can imagine, and she's one of the most down-to-earth people I've met. Online, I met Kelli, the strongest prayer warrior in town! Through my Zumba class (which I no longer teach, another post for another day) I met Mary, and because of her, I have extended my family even further. Family isn't always blood relatives. Sometimes family is bound by something stronger. Again, another post for another day.
Jodi put me in touch with a local restaurant manager, and while I didn't stay long, I worked for him for a couple months and made numerous friends and contacts through that job as well.
All in all, my experience in this small town has solidified what I already knew. Everything happens for a reason. God has a plan for me, and he's put all these wonderful people in my life for a reason. It's all part of his plan. Ya just gotta have friends!
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Tips for moving to a small town
I moved to a VERY small town, a little over a year ago. As of 2011, there are a little over 4,000 people living in this town. I actually live outside of town, and I've heard that about that many people reside in the outlying areas, as well. Still, I moved here from the outskirts of a big city, where everything you could want is within 20 miles or 20 minutes, regardless of where you live. It was quite a shocker to realize that this small town shuts down at 6pm. Everything but the Wal-mart, of course.
Small towns tend to stick to their own, and if you're new to the area, you WILL stick out like a sore thumb. I remember my first trip to town after I moved here. It was agonizing! People were looking at me like I was some stranger!!! I couldn't imagine why! Then it hit me. Most of the people in this area grew up together, and everyone knows everyone. I WAS a stranger. I'm happy to say I'm not as strange as I once was :) ... I can *usually* see someone I know when I go into Wal-mart.
Don't get me wrong: even though it took some getting used to, I love this small town. It has become home for us, in more ways than our previous residence of 10 years EVER did. In retrospect, I've discovered a few things that probably helped us out, and I thought I'd share them here.
1. The first thing I did when I found out I was moving, was to contact the Chamber of Commerce in the area. Get the important information such as who to call for trash service and phone and internet service providers. While you're at it, ask about any yearly activities and festivals held in the community. Ask about membership. If you own a business, become a member of the local Chamber of commerce. If you don't own a business, ou can still purchase a private membership. They can assist you in so many ways! Make friends with the director of the Chamber. She's a wonderful asset to the community, and likely knows everyone and everything that's going on. (Thanks, Jodi, for being my first friend in my new home!)
2. Take a drive. I remember being terrified that I couldn't find my way home, because we weren't living in town. We are 7 miles outside of town! In fact, I missed my turn the first time, and drove another 10 miles to the next small town, before I realized it. So, find the kids' schools, the Wal-mart, and the easiest route through town. Then drive the backroads. Stop and get a soda, and say "hi" to a stranger. I don't care where you live, if you stop at a roadside gas station and say hi to the old timer sitting outside the store, he'll probably strike up a conversation. (More on this at #7.)
3. When you get all settled in, call that nice girl down at the Chamber of Commerce and thank her for her help. Then offer to volunteer. My first round of volunteering was at the annual 4th of July picnic, and I met a lot of wonderful people! I went on to sit on the chamber board for a bit, and that was fun too. I got to head up the events committee, and in planning the Halloween on Main Street Event, I met many wonderful business owners, teachers and students, who all helped to make our Halloween amazing! You could also volunteer at the school. Meet the teachers. Call the principal. Visit the hospital and ask for a tour of the facility.
4. Most small towns have a central meeting place, like the stockyards. Go. Here, they meet every other Monday and every Saturday for the livestock sales. I've gone a few times. On Friday afternoons, they serve lunch, and everyone who's anyone has lunch at the stockyards. Find out what's going on in your new home town, and then participate!
5. Facebook, facebook, facebook. Really, just social media in general. It's a great way to connect with people in your area. Join a Buy-Sell-Trade page in the area, or a Newbies page.
6. Support the local economy in your small town. Shop where you live. Go to the farmer's market, the flea market, and the family-owned feed store. Get your hair done at the salon in town, stop in the antique stores and browse. Yep, the prices and taxes may be higher, and the selection may be smaller, but trust me. Feed your local economy. Every big city started out as a small town with small businesses. These small business owners are people just like you, and they're trying to make a living, put their kids through school, and scrape up something with which they can retire.
7. Talk to strangers. Most of us who come from big cities tend to keep our heads down. Trust me, again. This makes you STAND OUT. In a small community, everyone knows everyone, and they're constantly looking for a friendly face. So hold your head up and smile. make some friends. Talk to a stranger. Ask questions. Tell them right up front that you're new here, and you'd love to hear anything they could tell you about life in this small town.
8. Find a church. Self explanatory, right? Churches have their fingers on the pulse of the small town. The town I live in is blessed with some wonderful ministries, and I know of several I could call in heartbeat if I needed help, whether I'm a member there or not.
9. Relax. Enjoy the slower pace, the lighter feel of life in a small town.
Small towns tend to stick to their own, and if you're new to the area, you WILL stick out like a sore thumb. I remember my first trip to town after I moved here. It was agonizing! People were looking at me like I was some stranger!!! I couldn't imagine why! Then it hit me. Most of the people in this area grew up together, and everyone knows everyone. I WAS a stranger. I'm happy to say I'm not as strange as I once was :) ... I can *usually* see someone I know when I go into Wal-mart.
Don't get me wrong: even though it took some getting used to, I love this small town. It has become home for us, in more ways than our previous residence of 10 years EVER did. In retrospect, I've discovered a few things that probably helped us out, and I thought I'd share them here.
1. The first thing I did when I found out I was moving, was to contact the Chamber of Commerce in the area. Get the important information such as who to call for trash service and phone and internet service providers. While you're at it, ask about any yearly activities and festivals held in the community. Ask about membership. If you own a business, become a member of the local Chamber of commerce. If you don't own a business, ou can still purchase a private membership. They can assist you in so many ways! Make friends with the director of the Chamber. She's a wonderful asset to the community, and likely knows everyone and everything that's going on. (Thanks, Jodi, for being my first friend in my new home!)
2. Take a drive. I remember being terrified that I couldn't find my way home, because we weren't living in town. We are 7 miles outside of town! In fact, I missed my turn the first time, and drove another 10 miles to the next small town, before I realized it. So, find the kids' schools, the Wal-mart, and the easiest route through town. Then drive the backroads. Stop and get a soda, and say "hi" to a stranger. I don't care where you live, if you stop at a roadside gas station and say hi to the old timer sitting outside the store, he'll probably strike up a conversation. (More on this at #7.)
3. When you get all settled in, call that nice girl down at the Chamber of Commerce and thank her for her help. Then offer to volunteer. My first round of volunteering was at the annual 4th of July picnic, and I met a lot of wonderful people! I went on to sit on the chamber board for a bit, and that was fun too. I got to head up the events committee, and in planning the Halloween on Main Street Event, I met many wonderful business owners, teachers and students, who all helped to make our Halloween amazing! You could also volunteer at the school. Meet the teachers. Call the principal. Visit the hospital and ask for a tour of the facility.
4. Most small towns have a central meeting place, like the stockyards. Go. Here, they meet every other Monday and every Saturday for the livestock sales. I've gone a few times. On Friday afternoons, they serve lunch, and everyone who's anyone has lunch at the stockyards. Find out what's going on in your new home town, and then participate!
5. Facebook, facebook, facebook. Really, just social media in general. It's a great way to connect with people in your area. Join a Buy-Sell-Trade page in the area, or a Newbies page.
6. Support the local economy in your small town. Shop where you live. Go to the farmer's market, the flea market, and the family-owned feed store. Get your hair done at the salon in town, stop in the antique stores and browse. Yep, the prices and taxes may be higher, and the selection may be smaller, but trust me. Feed your local economy. Every big city started out as a small town with small businesses. These small business owners are people just like you, and they're trying to make a living, put their kids through school, and scrape up something with which they can retire.
7. Talk to strangers. Most of us who come from big cities tend to keep our heads down. Trust me, again. This makes you STAND OUT. In a small community, everyone knows everyone, and they're constantly looking for a friendly face. So hold your head up and smile. make some friends. Talk to a stranger. Ask questions. Tell them right up front that you're new here, and you'd love to hear anything they could tell you about life in this small town.
8. Find a church. Self explanatory, right? Churches have their fingers on the pulse of the small town. The town I live in is blessed with some wonderful ministries, and I know of several I could call in heartbeat if I needed help, whether I'm a member there or not.
9. Relax. Enjoy the slower pace, the lighter feel of life in a small town.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Politics and Pie
From my own personal Facebook status:
"Everything... all the political nonsense... Can be summed up in one sentence. We have a President and a Congress, the majority of which seems to be concerned with only one thing: taking away our rights and freedoms."
I am not big on politics. I wasn't raised in a household where political views were discussed, argued, or even mentioned. Truth be told, I don't understand most of what our so-called Leaders have to say about the budget, foreign policies, warfare, or immigration. I'm not highly educated on subjects of this nature, but there is one thing I know to be true.
I AM FREE.
I was born in America. I have freedoms granted to me by the Bill of Rights. There is a wonderful work of policy that our legal system is based on, known as the Constitution. These 2 documents are the framework of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for each and every American Citizen.
That being said, my point is this:
YOU ARE FREE!
You are free to debate, to ask questions, to express opinions both verbally and in writing. Or not. You have the freedom to say nothing at all.
You are free to own and operate a firearm. You are also free to NOT own and operate a firearm.
You are free to praise and worship. Or not. No one says YOU MUST DO SO. Only that you can, if you want.
You are free to get an education, a job, a car, a house. Or more than one of those things, if you choose. Because it is YOUR CHOICE. You are free to choose. You are free to NOT choose.
You are free to eat pie... Or cake, if you so choose. But you're not entitled to it. You must get it for yourself, and guess what? You are FREE to do so!
You are NOT entitled to those things. That's what's wrong with people today! They believe themselves to be entitled to some one else's piece of pie. You are not entitled to MY PIE! You don't get to have what *I* worked for, just because you think you should have it. I worked for my pie! I worked for my car, I worked for my house, I worked for my clothes. They are MINE.
However, I am willing to help you get your own pie. I'll even let you use my recipe. I might even help out by providing one or more ingredients, if I see that you are willing to go after your own pie.
(In case you've missed the reference here, PIE simply stands for everything YOU or I have WORKED for, that the President, in his unending stupidity, would like to take and give to someone who refuses to WORK FOR THEIR OWN!)
Once upon a time, America was called "The Land of Opportunity." Back then, it was understood that it meant, "The Land where one can choose to take (or make) an opportunity." I think now it's seen as maybe, "The Land where Opportunity shall be made for one at the great expense of many." Don't even get me started on immigration.
What it comes down to... all of it, all the debate, all the big scary words and crazy talk... It all comes down to this:
Are you going to let the government, and this ungodly man who has unfortunately been placed in a role of leadership, take away your basic rights and freedoms of choice?
Because believe it or not, WE DO HAVE A CHOICE!
Jennifer
"Everything... all the political nonsense... Can be summed up in one sentence. We have a President and a Congress, the majority of which seems to be concerned with only one thing: taking away our rights and freedoms."
I am not big on politics. I wasn't raised in a household where political views were discussed, argued, or even mentioned. Truth be told, I don't understand most of what our so-called Leaders have to say about the budget, foreign policies, warfare, or immigration. I'm not highly educated on subjects of this nature, but there is one thing I know to be true.
I AM FREE.
I was born in America. I have freedoms granted to me by the Bill of Rights. There is a wonderful work of policy that our legal system is based on, known as the Constitution. These 2 documents are the framework of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for each and every American Citizen.
That being said, my point is this:
YOU ARE FREE!
You are free to debate, to ask questions, to express opinions both verbally and in writing. Or not. You have the freedom to say nothing at all.
You are free to own and operate a firearm. You are also free to NOT own and operate a firearm.
You are free to praise and worship. Or not. No one says YOU MUST DO SO. Only that you can, if you want.
You are free to get an education, a job, a car, a house. Or more than one of those things, if you choose. Because it is YOUR CHOICE. You are free to choose. You are free to NOT choose.
You are free to eat pie... Or cake, if you so choose. But you're not entitled to it. You must get it for yourself, and guess what? You are FREE to do so!
You are NOT entitled to those things. That's what's wrong with people today! They believe themselves to be entitled to some one else's piece of pie. You are not entitled to MY PIE! You don't get to have what *I* worked for, just because you think you should have it. I worked for my pie! I worked for my car, I worked for my house, I worked for my clothes. They are MINE.
However, I am willing to help you get your own pie. I'll even let you use my recipe. I might even help out by providing one or more ingredients, if I see that you are willing to go after your own pie.
(In case you've missed the reference here, PIE simply stands for everything YOU or I have WORKED for, that the President, in his unending stupidity, would like to take and give to someone who refuses to WORK FOR THEIR OWN!)
Once upon a time, America was called "The Land of Opportunity." Back then, it was understood that it meant, "The Land where one can choose to take (or make) an opportunity." I think now it's seen as maybe, "The Land where Opportunity shall be made for one at the great expense of many." Don't even get me started on immigration.
What it comes down to... all of it, all the debate, all the big scary words and crazy talk... It all comes down to this:
Are you going to let the government, and this ungodly man who has unfortunately been placed in a role of leadership, take away your basic rights and freedoms of choice?
Because believe it or not, WE DO HAVE A CHOICE!
Jennifer
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