For the most part, I was right . . . it is like coming home, especially the climate and the wide open, blue sky spaces.
It has been the mission field . . . complete with the multiple stray cats and dogs everywhere, the music blaring at all hours of the day (and night!), the dirt, the bugs, the people walking all over town, the many cultures, the kids playing on mattresses leaned up against house, the horses grazing in the middle of the street, etc. etc.
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| Kids playing on a mattress propped up against their house. |
| Horses grazing in the middle of the street. |
But oh have we hit the "small town" culture shock!
- There is no hurry to do anything. "We'll have someone call you back" means . . . "Maybe we might have someone call in the next week or so, but likely you'll need to call us back several times before you get any information."
- Neighbors and non-neighbors alike stop by at any hour of the day. And when they do, it's perfectly acceptable for them to expect you to drop everything and deal "with the moment."
. . . . not to mention there is next-to-nothing in town. Seriously, what is a woman supposed to do when she's craving ice cream at 10pm and doesn't have any in the freezer?!?!?! :-)
Ok, so it's not that bad. Sure there are some adjustments we need to make, but I think we'll be okay. ;-)

