You Know You're In A Small Town When...

So moving to Wharton wasn't exactly the plan of my dreams. 

I'm not crazy about its geographic location. I consider myself more of a hill country kind of girl than a gulf coast girl, and being over 30 minutes from a Target is just not ideal - especially when your Wal-Mart doesn't even sell the right kind of diaper genie refills (but the Wharton Wal-Mart is a whole other post in itself). Ideally I would be living in a city with at least over 500,000 people, not 9,000. 

However, the more we are here the more I appreciate the things that are unique to a small town. There are some things about living here that I just would get to experience elsewhere.

1. Paul and I took Emmerich to Whataburger last week (yes I know, I know) and outside was a man who had driven his tractor to Whataburger. Yes really it was amazing and I am still kicking myself for not getting a picture.

2. Paul bought a riding lawnmower from a local dealer here. When he got it home it wouldn't start. He called the store owner who personally came over, picked it up, replaced the battery, returned it (within 24 hrs) and took it on a test drive then apologized profusely for the issue (all free of charge). Home Depot and Sears just don't have that kind of customer service.

3. Everyone is excited when you have a baby. You even get your name on signs. This in turn causes people you don't even know and haven't met to send you congratulations cards in the mail. We got two cards from clinic clients that Paul hasn't even met yet.

4. Your neighbors are actually neighborly. One of our neighbors distributed fliers in the neighborhood saying that we were new and were expecting a baby. Almost everyone donated diapers of various sizes (and some other gifts) and the Organizing Neighbor dropped them off at our house after Em was born. Our entire dining room table was full. We've also had neighbors bring us meals and stop by with gifts. I love our neighborhood!