Some things are different but good. I like how every single person we have had into our home takes their shoes off at the door- It was puzzling at first but I think it is a sign of respect, and shows that they are making themselves comfortable- Or maybe it is a habit that started in the winter so as not to track in the elements. Either way, Dillon and I have learned to do this now when we visit others.
The hospitality has been unmatched. Perhaps it has more to do with living in a smaller city than it does a different state, but we have been surprised to find that here in Rapid City, there are no cliques and people who have lived here their whole lives are still eager to make new friends. One thing we have not been since moving is lonely.
Dillon and I have both felt a sense physical separation from the larger happenings in the country. It's hard to describe, but there is a bit of disconnect from current trends. People don't really talk about the latest movies or take a huge stance on issues. Maybe I'm just seeing things through my Texas lense, so it seems unusual to not hear constant political chatter or feel the need to buy the latest gadget or fashion item. We have access to these things, there is just less pressure to partake in them.
Outside is where it's at! On the weekends everyone gets out. We see bikers, roller bladers, runners, walkers- young, old- filling all the parks in town and hiking through trails. It feels a bit like I imagine Denver to be, on a smaller scale.
Outside is where it's at! On the weekends everyone gets out. We see bikers, roller bladers, runners, walkers- young, old- filling all the parks in town and hiking through trails. It feels a bit like I imagine Denver to be, on a smaller scale.
Other funny differences- one day I was driving around town, trying to find the good radio stations to program into our car, when I came upon one station playing Native American tribal chants. And recently in town was the annual PowWow where thousands of Natives partake in the traditional dance and song- we are hoping to go see it next year.
As I am writing this there is a fierce Chinook wind blowing and whistling about 70 miles/hr and the pine trees out the window are swaying. I still can't believe we live here, but I'm thanking God for this adventure.
