Pt 2
While I was living in this small town, I was seeing this guy (more on this later), he was a local truck driver. What ended up happening was a passenger vehicle cut him off and he avoided the accident but ended up dying in the ensuing accident. It was a horrible accident. His parents told me to avoid the “big city”, which they saw as a terrible place to be.
Then there was the time when I lived just outside this small town in an apartment in a farmhouse. I had an older brother (that’s a whole chapter in itself!), who called me and told me he would be in the neighborhood and wanted to come and see me. Now in his mind, being in the neighborhood wasn’t even anywhere close to where I was living. He allegedly was coming to the state where I lived for work. I really didn’t want to see him. What ended up happening was he threatened to kick my ass. I didn’t take kindly to being threatened like that. But I must say that I was worried about him suddenly showing up where I was living. Talk about not feeling safe.
As things turned out, I ended up moving to the local “big city.” And while I didn’t feel safe in this small town, I did feel safer once I moved to the “big city.” It was funny because if I ever needed any emergency service, I felt it would be there in a moment’s notice. The fire department wasn’t too far away and were professional. The small-town fire department was known as the “cellar savers.” Not particularly calming for me. Plus, a small town is where everybody knows everyone else’s business, which I didn’t feel comfortable with, that was my perception, whether it was true or not. I was also comfortable with the police department if I ever needed them to come quickly.
More to follow on this subject.