For a whopping $20, I will now be receiving our local paper every Wednesday for a year. I can’t wait to comb through it each week to get the latest news, high school sports, and obituaries of people I don’t know in what will forever be the toddler’s hometown.
Weird. Wonder if my parents felt like this when we moved to the town where I grew up? Strangers in a small town, knowing at some point you would recognize almost everyone at the grocery store. I’ve lived in big cities for too long. This is all rather nostalgic, yet foreign.
