Have you ever come across a street that looks familiar, not because you’ve driven down it many times, but because its name is, well, one you know so well? Since I was in high school, street names spelled identical to people I know simply made me happy.
My best friend at the time was named Elizabeth, and I always wanted to put on top of a care package or–no kidding– make a postcard of it and send to her house 20 minutes away from mine.
Then there is my cousin, who ever time my dad gave his family directions to our house from WI was charged with the responsibility to not forget what exit to take off of the interstate. He liked that sign (and his future wife) so much that he eventually would move down and live with us for a year and get his own “Guthrie Av” sign. A genuine article, to say the least.
During my year in CO Springs, I stumbled upon a part-time nanny position on Craigslist. That, as it turns out, was the only position I pursued (among nearly a hundred) that would even hire me. At my casual interview, Colby was wearing a WI sweater, and it delighted me to discover that she and her family were actually from God’s Country, and liked books. She and her boyfriend were so down to earth, and though most of our conversations happened as we were coming and going, it was still refreshing to talk to people outside of the internship I came to the Springs for and make their 2-year-old son laugh.
