I am not a small town girl. I like getting lost in a crowd. I don't want to go where everybody knows my name. At least not all the time. Yet, here I am, in a small town. I can take it a step further. It's not just a small town, but a small county. It's rare that I take a trip to Target and don't see someone I know. Husband is from the small town one town over. I refused to move there when we moved up here. I didn't want to live where he was raised. However, he worked there and I did, too. In the past 12 years of living here, it's become more and more evident how small this area really is. My dentist is a friend of someone I taught with and knows a lot of the same people I know because, even though her practice is in the "city", she lives 3 blocks from me. All of Monster's teachers have had a connection to either Husband or myself in one way or another. His teacher when he was 3 graduated with Husband and her father was his gym teacher. His four year teacher is the cousin of the wife of Husband's best man from our wedding, plus, her husband grew up literally down the road from Husband. His teacher this past year's mother in law is the babysitter of one of my very close friend's kids and she is also the aunt of a girl I taught not only one year, but two years. What really made these crazy connections come together was today at soccer camp. The main coach introduced all the other coaches. One of the girls graduated from the district in which I taught. I didn't know her, or so I thought then. At the end of camp, I ask his coach, who happened to be this girl, how he was. We chatted a bit. Then I told her I probably taught kids she graduated with. Turns out I most definitely did. She wasn't one of my students, but she was in my building my first two years of teaching. She knew me by my maiden name. I don't think I will ever get used to living in small town Ohio. It is a great place to raise my family though.
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