People Are Friendly HerePosted: October 11, 2013
Hey there… happy Friday!
Before I go over all the really important stuff like how much I lifted and what I ate this week, I just have to share something: It’s a simple thing really, but I love living in a place where people are actually friendly – not friendly out of convenience or politeness, but truly, genuinely friendly.
The other day, I had to go to an appointment on the other side of town, and once I finished up, I realized I was right near an apple orchard that a co-worker had told me about. It was a beautiful afternoon, and it was only a couple miles away, so I decided to take a few minutes to go check it out. It was at the end of this really long, narrow back road, up this windy dirt hill, and the scenery was immediately breathtaking – the epitome of Fall in New England.
It was smaller than I expected, and the orchard, greenhouses, and farm stand were located on someone’s personal property, but the signs were all handmade and very welcoming. I parked and got out of my car, already astounded by the beauty of the area I live in, when I was greeted by the owner. She was a cheerful woman who asked me how I was doing, what I was looking for, and how I heard about them. We chatted for a few minutes, and she told me all about her family-run orchard and seemed genuinely happy that I was there. I bought some apple cider and told her I’d be back – and I meant it.
But that’s not even what really got me.
As I was leaving, driving back down the long, narrow road home, there was this old man in the street blowing leaves. He was old and a little frail-looking, but when he saw me coming, he backed out of the road and shut off the leaf blower so I could go by. I slowed down and waved with the window down, expecting nothing more than an acknowledging nod, but the smile he returned was so full of happiness that it literally made me feel better inside. It’s not that I was necessarily having a bad day, but his smile was just so genuinely warm and… friendly… that it made my day that much better.
Sometimes we get so caught up in the rat race – running to and from work and school and errands and obligations – that we forget to be nice to other people. We forget how much a smile can make someone’s day or that asking how someone is (and truly caring about the answer) can actually mean something to that person. I don’t know who that man was, but he seemed like somebody I’d like to know, and I wish I could thank him for that.
I’ve never been someone who goes out of my way to talk to strangers, but there’s something about living in a small town, where people are genuinely friendly and interested and caring, that makes you want to be the same. Living here, I’ve found myself smiling at people in the grocery store, making small talk with the lady behind the counter at the bakery, and going out of my way to ask my neighbors how their day is going. These might seem like small things, but I’ve found that it’s important to me, and that it’s really enriched my life.
And honestly, I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
I had lunch at the bakery and café down the street from my work the other day, sitting outside under the apple tree to enjoy the beautiful Fall weather, and everything felt perfect.
The homemade chicken, spinach, and white bean soup was delicious… (and so was the pumpkin whoopie pie I may or may not have gobbled up for dessert.) I tried a sparkling apple Izze juice, which I loved, and the weather was absolutely gorgeous.
Seeing this temperature on my way to the gym the other morning wasn’t necessarily awesome… but hey, I can deal with it.
Speaking of the gym: I’ve been really working hard this week, and I’m excited to keep it up. Our group is determined to set and achieve some goals this winter, and I’m committed to really getting better. It was my friend’s 32nd birthday on Wednesday, so we did 32 reps of each exercise in his honor. It was tough, and halfway through, I was certainly wishing he was only turning 25!
And if all that wasn’t enough, I’ve created a pretty cozy little spot for myself at home, too. It still needs a little bit of work (and I should probably start using the kitchen table instead of eating dinner on the couch every night), but it’s home – and I love it.
I hope you are all having a fantastic day – and I hope you get the chance to do something to make someone else’s just a little better, too.
Have a fabulous weekend and I’ll catch you on Monday!