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Little Lib and I needed to get out the other day, so she hit the stroller, and I hit the sidewalk and we took ourselves a little walk.  Me, in hopes of her falling asleep; her in hopes of having another stranger gush over her (at least I imagine her living her life waiting for the next smile and doting on from big humans).

It was when I was approximately five blocks from my house and about two blocks away from the coffee shop, that it dawned on me – an iced-coffee would be perfect on this warm muggy day.  Insert problem.  I had left the house without my wallet.  I decided to press on to the coffee shop with the hope that potentially we had earned a free coffee by now with our rewards card.  Immediately upon entering the shop, I explained my dilema to the barista.  She asked for the name on the card to look it up and as she did that, when on to say that if we hadn’t earned a free coffee, I could just take it and come back and pay for it later.

WHAT?!?!!  Did I hear her right?  Are we becoming a part enough, that we’re trusted to come back and pay later?  Do we belong?

We’ve been desiring to connect more with our neighborhood ever since we made the move two and one half years ago.  We have friends who work right here in the community and thanks to them we have made some connections.  We see the value of working in the community you live in, but we also choose to believe that there were other ways of connecting to the community without Duane working right in this neighborhood.

I grew up on a small town and my dad owned a business in that small town.  My dad was on several different boards and committees in that town.  When we first moved there many, many moons ago, my father could pretty much tell you the family name of every house in the entire town.  Everybody knew everybody.  The gas station attendant would tell me to bring the money later when I showed up to buy milk for my mom with too little money.  That type of thing happens in a small town where everyone knows everyone.

But in this big town? . . .

It’s been harder then we realized it would be, connecting to the community.  Goodness, it’s been hard enough just getting to know people on our block.  From the beginning, there were a few neighbors we connected with, but getting to know the rest of them has beeen a slow process. We’d walk down the block during the block party thinking “now here’s a good oppportunity to meet people”, only to discover that on our block, everyone invites their families and friends over for block parties, so 75% of these people aren’t even our neighbors.  Sigh.

But slowly, we’ve been getting to know more people.  And that coffee felt like confirmation that this is becoming our home. I realize, it could mean we’ve been frequenting the coffee shop far too often.  But I’d like to think that maybe it means we belong here.  That this is our town.

 

4 Comments

4 Comments

  1. Jolynn  •  Oct 26, 2013 @3:25 pm

    Excited to come up again soon to your town! And, hope to walk with you guys down to that coffee shop for a cup of warm steamy brew! Christmas can’t get here soon enough.

  2. Christy  •  Nov 8, 2013 @11:36 pm

    Oh, this is such a great story!! Being in the same place of hoping to become a true part of a community in a large city I can imagine how excited you felt!! And I’m jealous that you have a coffeeshop close. :)

  3. Lucy  •  Nov 26, 2013 @6:07 pm

    Unfortunately, Jolynn, that particular shop closed. :( But a new one is supposedly coming in. Maybe in time for your visit.

  4. Lucy  •  Nov 26, 2013 @6:09 pm

    Christy, I’m learning that good things take time. But if I take the time to think through what I want and methods to get there, and if I’m willing to work hard. . .

    We have a long way to go, but we’re grateful for the progress.

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