Actually, I wasn't born here, but close enough.
It's interesting living in a place where everyone "knows your name." That's a slight exaggeration, but it is small.
Today I kept running into people from church, for some reason.
First I saw a group ministering to the homeless. We had just prayed for them at a meeting recently, so I went over and said hi. As I was continuing on my errands, I thought about how it certainly wasn't my calling to witness to male drug addicts. At least, I think it isn't. But maybe I could bake some cookies or something since they said they often run out of food...