As a kid who grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone else, it came as a bit of a shock to me, to end up living my entire working life in a big, indifferent city. I am an introvert, though, so despite the culture shock, there was a great deal of appeal for me, being absolutely swallowed up in a big, anonymous crowd. I think that people who love to sit and quietly think for hours may have fewer issues with big-city obscurity.
Nonetheless, I never did shake the part of me that had grown up in a place where most folks knew one another. Looking as much like my Mom as I do, even as a kid, I never went anywhere without being told: “Oh, you must be Y_’s daughter!” There is something very comforting about being in a place where, as the song goes, “everybody knows your name”.
I am sitting at the doctor’s office, waiting for my turn to go in and have a check-up. The wait is a long one but as usual, I pass the time by watching the dynamics of the patients as they enter and leave the small waiting room. I have always been a very content people watcher. I notice the baby before I notice his mother. Perhaps two or three months old, he is sitting in an infant car seat and peering around with eyes that seem to be as round as quarters. Continue reading “Waiting Room”