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25 Signs You Grew Up In A Small Town

18 Nov

25 Signs You Grew Up In A Small Town via The Small Stuff Counts BlogGrowing up in a small town is something the city kids (like my husband) will just never understand. I say I live in a small place now, but it is huge compared to my hometown. Actually, I didn’t even grow up in a small town, but rather on a dairy farm in between two small towns in northeast Iowa: one with 600 people (at least that’s what the welcome sign claimed), and the other with 2,000 people. If you also grew up in a small town, then you will be able to relate to this list.

  1. The grocery store was also the place to rent movies, drop off dry cleaning and leave your rolls of film to be developed.

  2. You could name every person in your graduating class.

  3. When you called the wrong number, the person who answered politely gave you the correct number.

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Eating Together

4 Nov


David and I love eating at restaurants, and there are so many in our small town that it is convenient for us to walk down the street to one (well, convenient for us since we dislike cooking, but not as convenient for our budget). We chose one of our favorite restaurants Friday night. When we sat down at our table, I realized it was an experience that people living in larger cities would probably never know.

When we walked in, the hostess greeted us by name and I knew at least one person at nearly every table.

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Downtown Living In A Small Town

31 Oct


I have absolutely fallen in love with downtown living since David and I moved a year ago. We live in a second-story apartment above a business and the heart of Grinnell is literally right outside our window. It’s this sort of magical feeling to be a part of that center of gravity downtown. I am within two blocks of nearly everything including my butcher, baker and candlestick maker–okay, I’m not sure I know a candlestick maker, but there are several gift shops with candles nearby so that counts in my book. It is so exciting to step out the front door and instantly be in the middle of everything. I enjoy walking down the streets lined with shops in historic buildings. And there are so many restaurants steps away that we just consider them our kitchen and barely use our own.

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