Davis is a really great place to live. The main crime is bike theft and because it is a college town the town is alive and vibrant. We are a real community.
Having grown up on the east coast, a place where I could see a neighbor at the supermarket and they would not even necessarily recognize me, Davis was a real change. While it took me a while to get used to all of the friendliness, I now love it.
I really think that it is because we have no weather issues to deal with. Here in Northern CA we don't have "hard" weather. By that I mean snow, ice, incredible rain, cold wind, muggy days.....the list goes on. It gets very very hot here - 110 degrees in the summer - but it is different. It is dry, and without the extremes of the winter weather, people here are just much NICER!
Davis is small enough that people really get to know you and get to know your kids. You see people at the farmer's market, at sports, at Nugget (our supermarket) - everywhere. And it's nice to know that people know you and you know them.
Having three kids with busy schedules makes me value this small town even more. I need help! I can't get my kids everywhere they need to be without some help from others. At the end of the day they all make it home, and I am grateful. This was all illustrated tonight for me tonight at my son's first baseball practice, when a dad that I don't know well at all came up and said:
"Lisa, could you drive Ryan - he's number 8 - home for me after practice?"
I was happy to do it and glad to be asked - especially by someone I barely know and whose kid I don't know at all. But he knows me, has the faith that I'll get his kid home, and I did. And I was happy to do it.
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I am always happy when someone asks me to do something for them- and I am one of those people who never says "No", but I don't think I'd ever ask someone to give one of the kids a ride home if I didn't know them very well. I'd be a nervous wreck!!! Even though I know they'd be fine, I am a complete freak about stuff like that... I kind of wish I'd get over it!
That is so funny Lisa...I grew up in a small desert town called Ridgecrest (north of LA, near Death Valley). It's very small and isolated and as such, everyone knows everyone else (it didn't help that my entire extended family lived there as well). I always hated how everyone knew who I was and who I was related to. Once we moved back here to Massachusetts I was in heaven because no one knew me or tried to get to know me. Isn't that weird?
I will say...I miss having your sister Krissa back here. She lived right up the street from me and it was very nice having someone so close I knew and could depend on if I needed it. I haven't met anyone else back here who was nearly as nice as she was.
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