We've moved a few times, almost every year and it was no big deal. Back and forth, back and forth... To Nevada and Utah and back to Fresno. Then on to Colorado and back to Fresno. So, we have left Fresno a few times, not to mention that we've lived in every part of this town. It's crazy... So, why does it bother me to move this time? I think it's because of the fact that THIS time it feels final.or at least that's how I feel about it. I guess as much as I've complained and griped about some of the bad things I felt about this cow town, I've also grown to love some things about it.
Like for instance, the fact that such a big town does have a small town personality.it bothers me in some winces that Fresno is so hick, as far as taking care of the people here and some of the strange and bizarre decisions they have made. As for the people here? Well, they are mostly polite and kind and just plain friendly. I've learned in the last few months especially how much they help and how they want to know people. I never really had an opportunity to meet my neighbors in the past. Apartment living made it easy to avoid people and to keep to myself. Now, I get with the neighbors and know names. I've always had friends here in Fresno and everywhere we have lived, but it's the feeling of comradurie and helpfulness that has made the difference.
Yes, I'm still excited to move but I finally realized that this big hick town ain't so bad after all...
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