The Beginning

When you move to Wyoming, you'd be stupid not to expect things to be different.  Very different even.  But there were some things I never expected. 

I didn't expect to see more deer than moving vehicles, or more wild turkey than robins.  I didn't expect that the library would be open only 20 hours a week, the bank would close at 3 Monday through Friday, and there would be a doctor in town, but only one Thursday a month from 4 to 7.  I didn't expect that someone would build a brand new 4000 sq ft home next door to a 90 sq ft permanently located camper trailer.  I didn't expect the school to be gorgeous and the teachers to wear blue jeans and have tatoos.  I didn't expect to drive 30 miles through the desert to get to church and then not drive the car at all the other 6 days of the week.  I didn't expect to go two weeks before going to the nearest Wal-Mart, which is 45 miles away. 

I also didn't expect the people to be so nice.  I didn't expect that the moving truck would be empty in less than an hour, or that our neighbor would offer to haul off our packing boxes and then bring us peaches like we'd done him a favor.  I didn't expect our landlord to bring us vegetables from his garden once a week and make his grown daughter drop by and meet me so I would know someone my age.

I guess you never know what to expect.