you know you're in stirling when
everybody you meet already knows who you are.
your new neighbours greet you with cookies.
you start to connect the dots, and see that everyone is related somehow to everyone else.
people around you seem to own more quads than cars.
you run down the middle of the road rather than use a sidewalk.
you can smell a certain something awful in the air.
you can hear more horses and dogs than cars.
you can fly a kite in your backyard (every day of the year).
you discover the BIGGEST scoops of ice cream at the local store.
you are constantly embarrassed that you are driving everywhere.
4 comments:
Wow, this kind of sounds like Leavitt except the smell and the ice cream. I love Leavitt. The sounds, the people, the view.
Oh good old Stirling. It brings back so many good and stinky memories. Got to love those feed lots and chicken farms.
welcome to the "good life" maybe if the store on mainstreet stopped making such big ice cream scoops, us moms wouldnt have to train for half marathons!
sounds like my kind of place - except for the smell. One day we'll make it down and see you guys!
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