Barb's House

Another busy day of unpacking and (insert shocked gasp here) sick kids!!! Amidst this chaos both Jack and Isla have managed to contract some seething green beast of an illness.  Two grandmas or no, this mucous train significantly derails the day.

When we have taken a moment to escape the business of the house for food and coffee breaks it is hard not to notice how exceedingly hospitable everyone is here. Friendly, outgoing and courteous we have met lots of other parents and their children, been invited to the moms group on Tuesday mornings at the park, and filled in about the Strongstart program here in Rossland. Sometime in between Vancouver and Rossland some locals began following me on Twitter and I had received warm welcomes before the first box crossed the threshold!!

Of course when people asked where we moved into we answered Vancouver style, offering our civic address and then some details regarding proximity. "Oh" says the Rosslander "You moved into Barb's house". Everyone really does know everyone - a crash course in small town 101! I think the semantics  might bother me if this house didn't already feel so much like home. In a way simply saying "We live in Barb's house"makes us feel even more a part of the community. We get to listen as Barb is fondly recalled and hope that we will be able to fill her shoes in a way (well her gardening shoes at least) while eeking out our own niche here!