I think it's awesome. I am loving being in the center of a tiny state where "far away" is 20 minutes. Taxes are high, but the parks and libraries are fantastic. We're within arm's reach of beach camping, mountain camping, island camping, and lake camping. We're anticipating a spectacular display of fall foliage (don't disappoint us, New England).
I don't like to spend money anyway, so it's kinda nice that everything we think we might want is unaffordable anyway. Folks in my neighborhood put things on the curb all the time (we're talking good things ... like glider rocking chairs, and double strollers), and the Freecycle community up here is phenomenal.
|Free! And in great shape!|
Rule #1 - Accept the taxes are high, shrug it off, and fiercely love your town.
Rule #2 - Be a bad driver like everyone else, but make allowances for all the other drivers who are worse than you.
Rule #3 - Have a favorite restaurant that fits in one of the following categories: is ethnic, has outdoor seating, is downtown, and/or has waitstaff in uniform.
Rule #4 - Do not disrespect Dunkin' Donuts, even if their donuts are undunkable and disgusting.
Rule #5 - Come to understand that "near" means within THIS town's limits and "far" means anywhere else.
Rule #6 - Be touristy and drive 25 miles for ice cream from the UConn dairy bar, because it's worth it.
|See that giant cone of ice cream? Less than $3. |
E appreciates Aunt Becky's willingness to share.
Rule #8 - Accept that Chacos are not a "thing" here. The only people I have seen wearing them are not from around here. Believe me. I've asked.
Rule #9 - It's OK to still be "southern" here. I've had utility company workers and nurses at the doctor's office complement me on my accent.
The list continues. But for now, I'm done. I'm going to go sit in my (free) rocking chair and listen to the rain while I scheme about what we'll try to pack into the next three months ...