I'm Just a Small-Town Girl

I took me an hour and a half to get 10 things at the grocery store and an iced Americano at the coffee shop.

Both of those things are within a half of a mile of each other and 5 miles (max) from my house.

Why did it take so long?

Well, because I live in a tiny little town and strangers love to talk.

This makes me very, very happy.

My trip to Safeway was extended by a solid 15 minutes because a lady stopped me in the middle of an aisle to chat about Lost Canyon, people she knows that work there and the fact that she's really excited about the early Thanksgiving Dinner we invite the entire town to. (BTW, I wasn't even wearing Lost Canyon gear, I had a Wildhorse sweatshirt on and that was enough.)

Then I hit up the coffee shop where I chatted about trick-or-treating and cleaning toilets (seriously) for another 10 minutes.

When renting a movie last night at the Redbox, I talked to a 12-year-old named Michael about how excited we both are about Up coming out in a couple of weeks. He's got it in his Netflix queue and he is pumped.

Combine the town's propensity to chat with the awesomeness that was Williams trick-or-treating last night and the fact that if you hang up over 500 Christmas lights the city gives you a discount on your electric bill, and this town has officially embedded itself into my heart.

Song of the Day: Dream by Priscilla Ahn