I made this move for a lot of reasons: the job I love is here, some really cool people are here, we have the Polar Express.
One reason I did not make this move: to find a husband.
Intelligent, funny, goal-oriented, compassionate, adventurous, late-20s to early-30s bachelors don't really exist in Williams.
It's fine. I've made my peace with it. I don't hate Williams for it.
Mainly because I feel like Williams and I have come to a good compromise. I will sing its praises to everyone I talk to as long as it keeps providing me with cute tourists to ease the sting.
Seriously, I find it weird, but really attractive men vacation in Williams, AZ. You would think it would be all old people and foreigners (which, for the most part, it is), but what I didn't anticipate were the hikers. They love the Grand Canyon. And being outdoorsy. And cute.
They also love to shop in our Safeway.
And I love to show them some small-town hospitality over the produce.
Yep, I accept this compromise Williams. Because I don't really want a husband that bad. But harmless flirtation in Aisle 9? Yes, please.
Song of the Day: The Perfect Space by the Avett Brothers
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