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New in Town? Your Secret’s Safe with Me.
We have just moved to a new town. These three thoughts crept into my head while I was out.
1) In my new town, looking like crap is completely acceptable. Not because it’s the norm but because no one knows who I am. There is no ‘Friday night party clothes’ to compare what I could look like relative to what I really look like by default.
2) No more peer pressure. By peer pressure I mean other mothers at school. I can throw away the fundraiser forms with impunity because well, I’m new. Can’t exactly bake cookies, go on the field trip or sell crap door to door when I’m ‘just getting everyone settled’ could I?
3) I could ‘rejuvenate’ and no one would know. A little Botox, some Restylane and maybe just a wee bigger cup size and who would be the wiser? You might come to visit from my, Old Town and think, ‘wow, I should move up here too. Heather looks so, I don’t know, refreshed.’ Yup, refreshed.
Soon my secret will be out. Little by little people will get used to seeing me and then it’s a slippery slope to putting on makeup and having to remember people’s names. Sadly, the masquerade will end once I start pretending to care about mundane day-to-day topics with burgeoning neighbours and acquaintances. Right now though, I will savour the calm and ironically the beauty that comes with new-town anonymity. If you haven’t thought about moving, I would highly suggest it. I won’t tell anyone that you’re new. Your secret’s safe with me.
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about 1 year ago
As usual I loved it asd it is so very true Continue to enjoy it as long as possible!!
about 1 year ago
Wow. Small world moment. Its 5:00AM (or 0500 as they say around this place) here in Afghanistan of all places. I am completely bored but can’t sleep and decided to browse around the internet, instead of reading the 600 page history of Afghanistan which usually helps as a sleep aid, and I bump into this post. I was looking for other like-minded can’t-sleepers lumbering along the e-trails and find someone I once knew, who turns out to be witty, creative and successful (??). Amazed, I wandered around and read some of your other posts and was delighted by your clever insights of which, as a parent myself, I can generally relate minus the breastfeeding parts. Thanks for brightening my otherwise dreary deep morning. I am praying that the Sleepytime tea will kick in soon and do its job, but maybe this time I’ll fall asleep with a smile. Thanks.
P.S. I lived in the Ridge at NAU once upon a time.