Oh my word.
It has been MONTHS since I last blogged. How embarrassing. Even after I made all those promises that I was back for real. I'm not gonna promise that anymore. But I would like to say...yet again...that after a half-year hiatus, I am back...again. PS: Please don't judge me for the fact that at least 25% of the content in my blogs are "I am back!" announcements. :)
You must think I am all over the place. Well. Just to confirm your hunches, I would now like to announce that my blog has a new title! And a new address. HA!!!! Welcome to my new corner of the blogosphere: "My Small Town City." I've had some blog identity crises, but I am finally confident this will stick. Lord willing. :)
So. Why the name? Because no matter how many people call DC a city, it really feels much more like a small town. I can hardly go anywhere without running into at least a few people I know: neighbors, shop owners, baristas, fellow church members, friends, all of whom I know by name. Kinda like Cheers! Urban cities typically get a bad reputation for being these dark and desolate places where everybody is just cold, mean, and sad all the time. Nothing could be farther from the truth (with a few exceptions...like when people are in traffic, in which case, most propriety goes out the window). In my personal experience, I have found people in the city to be more desirous of community and familiarity with neighbors.
Furthermore, living in such close quarters (apartment buildings, condos, and town homes) helps in building community a whole lot too, since there is quite literally not too much room to preserve your own personal bubble. For example, I am currently waiting on my neighbor's general contractor and electrician, so I can let them in his house and give them instructions on the work he wants done. Ha! The other unique thing about DC is that not too many people are "from DC." Everyone else is from everywhere else, and they come to DC for university and graduate studies, for a career, to pursue their dreams of taking over the world, etc. I believe that also contributes to the greater desire for community and belonging. We work near each other, we share furniture, clothing, toys, meals, whatever, and we help with each other's errands. People are typically quick, ready, and willing to respond when you ask for help. I almost feel like I live in a small town, but the fact that our home literally faces a major highway junction and the fact that whizzing police cars and presidential motorcades regularly interrupt my attempts to make it to playgroup or the grocery store acutely remind me I still live in the city. :) But no matter how many sounds of the city annoy me to no end (especially when compulsive honkers, loud trucks, construction, and sirens wake up my napping baby), deep down inside I truly do love our urban village.
Next blog: All Things Christmas!