Upon moving to Richmond 5 years ago, we quickly learned that “Oh, that’s Richmond for ya” is the appropriate reaction when one of those small world coincidences takes place. It’s meant to reference that despite being a fairly legit city, Richmond has a small town vibe where everyone seems to know everyone else through no more than a degree or two of Kevin Bacon friends and acquaintances. So when, for example, you find out that the girl at your favorite lighting outlet rents an apartment in the backyard of a house that you’ve crashed (and where your sister got married) you say “That’s Richmond for ya.” True story, by the way.
Well, we’ve got a new story that confirms that this phrase has some real truth to it. Here it goes.
Last week we got new neighbors. Like, right next door (the other side of the patio fence). Not knowing who they were, what kind of neighbor’s they’d be or what kind of house/yard they’d keep made us a bit nervous. They closed right before Memorial Day but were having some things done to the house before moving in last week, so we didn’t get to meet them right off the bat. Suspenseful.
So recently my cousin was in town and we had her over to BBQ on the patio. At some point my dad wandered off with her 5 month old son (not in a creepy way, but in a “let’s go look around” way). Upon his return, my dad said “Oh yeah, I met your neighbors.”
Sherry: “No way, who are they? What’s their story?” (Yes, our curiosity had turned us into gossips)
My Dad: “Well, they’re Brad and Angelina…” (Names have been changed to not put the new neighbors on blast – plus it’s more entertaining this way)
Me: “Wait, they sound familiar.” (Note: had their names really been Brad and Angie, I’m sure I would’ve placed them more easily)
My Dad: “…and they have a young daughter named Viv.” (cough… NotHerRealName… cough)
[LONG PAUSE, then picture light bulbs going off above both of our heads]
Me & Sherry: “No way! We know them!!!! They almost bought our house!”
Remember last year when we were selling our old house? And how we did For Sale By Owner? Well that meant we met all of the prospective buyers face-to-face and Brad and Angelina were not only the first people to tour our house but they also seemed to be the folks (out of a total of 16 showings) who appreciated the house the most (which of course made our hearts swell with pride). We could totally picture them lovingly moving into our first baby. Weird sentence, but you know what I mean.
Obviously they didn’t buy our house (they just weren’t quite ready to pull the trigger and sell the house they had yet). But as much as the 2010 John & Sherry wanted this nice couple to buy our house, the 2011 John & Sherry are much happier to have them as next door neighbors. Especially since their daughter is only 11 months older than Clara (hello playdates) and, like Clara, already seems to have a thing for Burger. Not that we’re getting ahead of ourselves or anything, but they’re basically destined to be BFFs. (Sidenote: their daughter already has a nickname for Clara, which is “dolly” which is just about enough to make a grown man melt).
Oh, and the other night I spotted Brad wearing a Mountain Dew t-shirt. And you know how well I get along with guys in soda shirts (that’s Jeremy Bower, btw)…
When we re-met them (as neighbors, not prospective buyers) we all laughed at what a small city world it is. They added that our old house even turned up as a comp on their appraisal when they finally got around to selling their house six months later, so they were just thinking about it recently. And, to complete the hat trick of weird coincidences, we learned their movers were the same folks that moved out the previous owners of our house (they showed up and started laughing as soon as their realized they had “done” the house next door less than six months prior). I guess that’s Richmond for ya…
Okay, now your turn. What’s your best or latest small world story? Do they happen as often in your town as they do in ours? Also, does the video at the beginning of this post make you want to dance? Me too.
Psst- One of our favorite ever it’s-a-small-world stories is when the original owners of our first house contacted us. Check out that story here.
Elizabeth says
A few months back you guys posted a picture you took on a walk of a gorgeous stone house with a pond in the front-I know the original owners of the house and my grandparents used to live right back up the hill! We used to walk down that street all the time and have picnics in the creek and walk the telephone pole fencing! The best area around!
Edge says
I got one for ya!
My bro, who lives in Maine, recently went to Texas. While he was there he lost his wallet at the Mall…. go figure.
Luckily a Mall Cop had found it. And if that’s not lucky enough the cop(who had already checked out his license) says “So, your from L/A Maine huh?” my brother says “Ya I am!” The cop then tells him that his brother Justin Bieber(obv not his name) just graduated from high school there. My brother freaked out because Justin Beiber (once again not his real name) is one of his best friends!
Gives me the chills!
Krystal says
I’m from a relatively small town, but that hasn’t happened to me too many times. One that was weird though was when I was in middle school and I went to the school’s library to return a book. My aunt (who lived about about 40 minutes away) was sitting in there chatting with the librarian. I had to do a double take, but it was definitely her. Turns out my school’s librarian was in the MOMMs (Mothers of Multiple Miracles) club that my aunt was the vice president of and they were working on luncheon plans together. My librarian’s twin sons were in the same grade as me and I was actually good friends with them, so it was funny that it never came up in conversation that they knew my cousins (who are my best friends and I talked about constantly).
Stephanie says
I LOVED reading this story! :-)
Mostly, I’m just related to most of my town. Back in the early 1900s both sets of great-grandparents on my mom’s side moved here from Italy, and both sets of great-grandparents had something like 10 kids each. Which meant that I have (just on my mom’s side) about 20 great-aunts and great-uncles plus their spouses. Who all had kids. And THEY all had kids (my 2nd cousins). And pretty much everyone still lives within a 20-mile radius or so. I can’t go ANYWHERE without being related to someone. :-P
Cat says
This really is a story of a small world . . . not a small town.
I grew up in Oregon but went to college in Missouri. My roommate was originally from Chicago and she had a friend come to visit her one weekend. When I told him that I was from Portland he says “Oh, I know someone from Portland . . . their name is Aaron Smith” (name not changed because for real how common a name can you get?). Anyway, I did know someone named Aaron Smith. He was my best friend from high school’s college roommate. The more we started describing him we realized that he was in fact the same person! Now that is a small world.
I have also run into friends at the airport in London and have actually had many other strange small word things happen as well. I love it.
Aimee McM says
I’m from Tennessee and vacation in a small town in northern Michigan during the summer. One summer, I was visiting my favorite potter up there…imagine small shack, smack dab in the middle of a picturesque field smack dab in the middle of…nowhere. When I walking out, a couple was walking in. I thought I recognized them but then thought…who would I know up here???? Turns out I saw them months later at a fundraiser at home…the man and I used to serve on a board together and I used to live a quarter of a mile from them. Weird.
Lady T says
My “small world” story is a family affair.
My husband and I were together for about five years before we got married. We’d each met each other’s families (obviously) and got to know everyone. I thought I knew all about his parents until one day I was flipping through one of his dad’s old HS yearbooks. I stopped to look at his class’s senior pic page when I realized I was looking at a familiar face.
MY UNCLE’S.
I ran upstairs and asked my father-in-law if he remembered my uncle, and he said he was always quiet and kept to himself. When I told him that that quiet kid was my uncle, my father-in-law stopped short and was like, “Say what now?”
Turns out, my uncle only attended that HS for two years. My family is from the western side of Iowa, and this HS was in central Iowa, far from anywhere I thought anyone in my family had lived.
The two of them have still never gotten together since then, but I’d love to be around if that does happen. Small world, indeed!
Nicky says
Small-world story; a few years ago we were re-watching some old home movies of ourselves as children playing in the snow on a local “mountain” (we’re originally from Ireland and so snow doesn’t happen very often, and our “mountain” probably qualifies as a hill in North America). Lo-and-behold, in the background of our footage were our then-neighbours!! We were neighbours for about 7 years at the time we were re-watching the video, and it had been shot probably 13 years before that! Makes you wonder whose photos/video footage you end up on without knowing it!
Aubry says
I moved from Charlotte to Riverside, CA we got rid of alot of furniture & left it out on the curb. Well I used to work with this girl about 4 years prior and had lost touch with her, once moving to CA we reconnected via Facebook. WHile chit chatting I told her where we used to live and we just recently moved to. She lived 3 houses down at our old house in Charlotte & actually took the furniture we left on the curb! Then a few weeks later she said she had some friends from charlotte moving to riverside, ca. Definitly a small world!
Lari says
My only really good small world story is truly “world” and not city. My mother is Latvian and grew up in a relatively close-knit Latvian community in Chicago. In 2001, we were visiting Latvia for a festival and were walking down a street in Riga, Latvia. It was crazy busy because of the festival, so there were people everywhere. This older gentleman starts going “Anna?” to my mom, her name! Then he starts babbling at her in Latvian. And my mom starts babbling and they both start crying. It turns out that in her junior year of high school (in Chicago), a friend of my mom’s was tragically killed (this is like 1969) and the friend’s parents moved back to Latvia. This man was my mom’s friend’s Dad who recognized my mom on the street in Latvia, when he hadn’t seen her in 32 years and not since she was 18 years old!
Amanda Jean says
LOVE a small world story…
I grew up in a small bush town in Alaska (population 150) until my Dad decided we were going to sail around the world. A year later, in New Zealand, half a world away, we met a family on a boat named “Orion”. They had bought their boat from a close family friend who lived across the river from us in that tiny town in Alaska!
Amy says
Hubs and I met in Richmond.
Both of his parents were born & raised in Pittsburgh, but later moved to Richmond.
My maternal & paternal grandparents were born & raised in the Pittsburgh area. However, both sets of grandparents (strangers) moved to the D.C. area, where my parents subsequently met, and had me.
At a family gathering, we learned that Hub’s grandfather and my maternal grand Aunt attended the same church, worked in the same post office for over 30 years, and lived just 1 block apart on the same street! Likely, my grand aunt encountered my husband when he was a boy visiting his grandparents for the summer!
Luckily, DNA lines never crossed; we’ve confirmed!
Sarah says
With the military you never know when you’ll end up in the same place as an old friend. Even though you move all over the country and world, there are a limited number of locations so the odds of a familiar face popping up are high…like a small town broken into little chunks and scattered across the globe. My favorite was when an Air Force chaplain who attended our old church in San Antonio, TX showed up at our new church here in the south east. We started talking, and it turns out he also attended the college I grew up by (and my parents attended) near Chicago. This makes the third location we’ve lived in at the same time…wonder where he’ll pop up next?
Cori says
Love this post! Cute story!
I travel about 50% of the time for my job as an auditor…well I live in Dallas, TX and last year I landed in Minneapolis for a week long business trip and called my parents house to check in with them. While talking my mom said- wait, where are you again? I said Minnesota. She yelled to my dad in the background and he got on the line…he was scheduled to fly to Minneapolis the next day! (He lives in Austin, TX-200 miles from me). He then told me he was going to meet up with some extended family that week who lived outside of Minneapolis and he invited me to join them! I told him great, I’m staying at the Embassy Suites near Mall of America. All I heard was giggling…he was booked at the same exact hotel! We ended up eating dinners and breakfasts together that whole week at our hotel on separate business trips, 1,000 miles from home!
Amanda @ Our Humble A{Bowe}d says
Ha! That’s crazy! Before I moved to Montana, I lived in Minnesota and worked as a real estate agent for a condo developer. We had a woman that lived across the street from our building and frequently came in to look at the models. Fast forward a year when I moved to Montana and worked at a bookstore. She came in and I thought I recognized her. Then, she gave me her phone number to redeem her rewards and it was a St. Paul area code, so I asked if she lived across from our building. She said yes and I asked about her terrier. So strange that she was in Montana. I think that’s a small world, no?
Liz says
Mine happened when I was in high school. When I was younger, my family moved into a new house in the same city. I LOVED the house we left, I didn’t want to leave! When I got older and was getting ready to go to my Junior Prom, we were making plans to meet at my best friend’s boyfriend’s house to wait for the limo. When I got the address, it was my old house!! I was so excited! We’ve all been really close since high school, they got married, and I’ve been to my old house to hang out several times!
Lili says
I have a “it’s a small world” story. My parents moved from TN to NM almost two years ago… my hubbs and I stayed behind in TN. My mother is Burger King obssessed, but there is no BK in their town, so they drive once a month to the nearest one (an hour away). My husband, coincidentally works as a general manger of a BK here in Tn…One day, my mom asks the cashier at the BK in NM… “when are they going to build one in our town?” Well the guy starts talking to my parents and says that he is actually building one this summer. My mom tells the guy that her son in law works for one back in Tn, and the guy asks where… turns out that not only was he born and raised in our city, but he started working for BK in the vey store my hubby now opperates! He was so intrigued that he asked us to come and meet him, and when we went on vacation, he offered my hubby a job! So we are moving to New Mexico! Crazy aces!!!
shereen says
Picture it: On holiday in a very random, tiny, out of the way, off the beaten track cafe in Santorini, Greece with my girlfriends. Our waiter starts asking us where we are from (Etobicoke, a suburb in Toronto) – long story short, he went to highschool with my girlfriends older brother (highschool is across the street from the building where we all grew up). Wow!
Lisa says
My husband and I live in Northern Virginia and even though that description covers a fairly large area, if you live here long enough it can end up feeling small (which I like). We left our townhouse in Alexandria and bought a house in Falls Church in April. 3 days after moving in, a couple with their 2 year old daughter stopped by–our neighbors about 6 houses down. Well, the woman recognized me and we realized we went to college together (a small, liberal arts college in New England so everyone knew everyone) and she had dated one of my best friends! A very small world indeed.
Suzannah says
When our best friends moved in to a beautiful old neighborhood we started daydreaming about how cool it would be to live in that same neighborhood some day. A year later we put our own small house on the market and started looking seriously. We looked at dozens, upon dozens of homes and one day our realtor sent us a great home that had just dropped into our price range. When we went for a tour we realized, it was not only in this fantastic neighborhood our friends lived in, it was also actually the back door neighbor to their home. We got on offer on our home the same week we toured the “dream” home and also made an offer on the “dream” home.
We’re now back door neighbors with our best friends. Our little girl is 13 months and their little boy is 15 months! It’s perfect!
Debbie says
I got a ‘small world’ story!
We were having a get together at my parent’s house and we invited some neighbors that my sisters and I practically grew up with, as well as my mother-in-law.
My mother-in-law shows up, sees one of the neighbors, and starts doing the “Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in forever!!” thing. We find out that my neighbor’s mom, who used to baby sit us on occasion, use to live next door to my mother-in-law.
So it turns out I used to have play dates with my husband when we were younger.
Kristi says
Small world is right!!! Here’s my small world story — my husband loves soccer! His mom called him one day b/c she had met his brother’s roommate from college at a conference and this guy told my mom-in-law about a group he played soccer with and invited my husband to play… Well we show up for the first game and guess who we meet – friends of my husband’s family from when they lived in South America, of whom they hadn’t seen in over 13 years!!! Now that’s a small world! And we are still GREAT friends today!!!!
DemMom says
Richmond is totally the smallest town in the world. We have too many of these kinds of coincidences to count, especially my husband who finds a connection EVERYWHERE! And I will admit, I saw you all at Dave & Busters a couple of months ago. I texted a fellow blog reader friend, but didn’t say anything. My husband thought I was crazy because I recognized John’s UVA hat immediately!
YoungHouseLove says
Oh man I remember that night! You should have said hi! We won a pink Scoobie Doo stuffed animal for Clara but she gave it to Burger as soon as we got home.
xo,
s
Krysta @ Domestic for Dummies says
My mom got married over the weekend in Charleston, SC. I invited my college roommate and her boyfriend to the wedding since I hadn’t seen her in forever. Turns out that my mom’s fiance and my roommates boyfriend worked together. Crazy.
BTW I am obsessed with that dancing dog.
shereen says
Oh dear I hit submit before I was done – in addition to the Greece story, I was in another random place that SAME summer – a hostel in the middle of Interlaken Switzerland eating breakfast when an old co-worker walks into the dining room. Hadn’t seen her in a year, didn’t keep in touch, and we were both there…in Interlaken. Nutty!
Shana says
I have a good “small world” one too. I work at an office in VT with a guy who used to be in the Navy where he was an Ultrasound technician. He was a tech for about 3 years in CT on the Naval base. My dad was in the Navy at that time as well and he and my mom were stationed in CT. Turns out that 27 years ago he performed an ultrasound on my mother in CT and it just so happened to be me they were looking at… cool and weird all at the same time.
I thought it was quite funny when I found out.
Abby Dobbins says
Hey! I really like your wesbite. You guys seem like such a fun couple! :-)I have really enjoyed reading your entries. I am such a stickler for correct spelling and I love how your entries are always so neat and for the most part, spelling-errors free. However, not to be a picky nicky, but were you guys intending to spell “acquaintances” like “acquantences?” If so, why? And if not, again, not being a picky nicky but wanted to know if there was some inside joke? Okay! Thank you so much. Looking forward to more entries!
Abby Dobbins
YoungHouseLove says
Haha no joke, just a typo. Off to fix it. Thanks!
xo,
s
Melanie says
The dancing pup is cute, but all I could think the whole time was, “Give him a treat already!” ;p
Anne @strawberryjampackedlife says
Last year at our local library in Watertown, Mass, this guy starts waving to me. I realized that it’s a guy that lived around the corner from me the entire time that we were growing up in Cincinnati (from kindergarten through high school). Turns out he now lives around the corner from me in Massachusetts!
I have friends in Richmond. Now I’m wondering if you know them . . .
Sara says
I have to admit, I was in the Chesterfield Town Center in Garden Ridge and Home Goods Sunday and said to my husband “Wouldn’t it be fun if we ran into John and Sherry from YHL?” He says “Who?” LOL
YoungHouseLove says
Haha, we were there like five days before!
xo,
s
Melissa says
Very fun!! Always nice to playdates next door. My best small world story is that my neighbor across the street in Arlington VA grew up only .5 miles from m in upstate NY! His aunt and my aunts went to high school together in the 1930s!! Weird!
Christin says
I love small world stories. I think they are great. Really, I think the best one I have is when I interviewed for my current job. Through friendly conversation of where are you from, oh I know someone who lived there kind of stuff, I found out that my future boss is cousins with one of my fave sunday school teachers/mentors who had just attended my wedding a few months prior. It’s a small small world.
Jessica says
I have an ‘it’s a small world story’.
So I live in Maryland but I am originally from Michigan. I was at the gym with my husband one day, and my husband was wearing an Eastern Michigan t-shirt (the college I went to) so this guy went over to him and asked him if he was from Michigan. My husband, who is actually from New York, told him that his wife is from Michigan so they began talking and realize that we are from the same city…so my husband brings the guy over to me and we start talking about where we went to school…it turned out that we went to the same elementary school but he was a few years older than me. So we laugh and then go back to working out…he comes over later and tells me he remembers what street his house was on and when he told me I almost died….he lived in the house behind mine…like our back yards shared a fence and our little brothers were friends! It was so crazy that we grew up that close, his family moved away after elementary school, but then we both ended up here in Maryland. We still see him around town from time to time. Crazy!
Jenny says
When I was 19 I moved into my very first apartment with my best friend Wendy. Our neighbors right next door were Josh and Amy. I lived there for 2 years, but stayed friends with Josh and Amy and actually moved back to the complex a year after moving away. When I was 21 I met a guy through my cousin (who lived about an hour away,) who was from Oregon and had moved to California after college. When I was 23 we started dating (we’re still together, 6 years later.) I ended up moving to the area where my cousin and boyfriend lived. I lost touch with Josh and Amy. My boyfriend and I eventually moved to Oregon and bought a house. My boyfriend’s mom brought over a bunch of his old stuff, including his high school yearbooks. I was flipping through the pages….and found Josh and Amy!!! They went to high school together! So weird!
carrie says
Ok, your blog just let me to about a full hour of watching video after video of dogs dancing. LOL!
Heather says
We live in a suburb in Rochester, NY. Our city must be about the same size as yours, and similar things happen here all the time, only we say, “only in Rochester!” when it happens.
Our “only in Rochester” story: when we were looking at the house we now live in last year we noticed some kid’s artwork taped to a window of the house next door. Judging from the pieces on display we thought there would probably be a little girl next door about the same age as our son. Once the offer was accepted we told friends and neighbors where we were going. One neighbor said a girl in her preschool class lived on the street. Another neighbor knew a family on the street from her church. Then a friend said she knew a family on our street, too. Turns out, the second neighbor and friend knew the same family, and they are right across the street from us. The preschool student was the creator of the artwork next door (same age as our son). When we met the neighbors the mom looked really familiar to me. Turns out we had gone to the same baby class at the library a few times. Our kids had even had their picture taken together at an event and published in the paper!
Stacy says
My favorite 2 stories:
1) Sitting in a bar in an out of the way bar Brooklyn, NY many years ago when in walk 2 guys that went to my teeny tiny high school in the middle of no where Virginia who had just moved down the street that week. One of those guys (and his brothers and wife) ended up being famous for their Auto-Tune the News thing which still make me giggle when I seem them on TV.
2) I get a text message from an old high school friend who’s at a wedding in North Carolina. He texts me a picture of who he is sitting next to which is a guy who I had recently met and went on a date with in Jersey City, NJ. Date guy had been in a band with the groom, high school friend knew the bride from the Chapel Hill music scene.
*Michelle says
hehe – i love the video, its just funny. :)
Most bizarre small world (which took a very long adn rambling conversation to figure out):
Met a man at the visitors center on top of Mauna Kea in Hawaii. He used to live in Orlando (where I had just moved from) and knew one of my old professors. He had also lived next door a man who was the ex-husband of the florist in my hometown. The florist’s son was a good friend of one of my high school ex-boyfriends and I had met him on a fishing trip once.
So…. my ex-boyfriend’s best friend’s mother’s ex-husband’s next door neighbor ran into me on top of a mountain in Hawaii on vacation. No joke. :)
Oh, and also while I lived out there, one of my landlords (she was from Palau) was the God-mother of a classmate (who had come from Palau to the US for college) and friend of my brother and my husband.
Cue “Its a small world after all….”
Kylee says
I went to study abroad in a small town in Spain (Toledo). I went without knowing anyone. When I arrived, I found out that my roommate was a good friend of my best friend who was studying out-of-state!
kristen says
it totally is a small town! i drove by you guys on an evening walk while i was stalking a house for sale around the corner from your old house. it was on a corner lot – cute little rehabbed farmhouse. i thought about stopping the car to say hi, but didn’t want to freak you out :)
i might have screamed into my purse (like a pillow) after the sighting to get out some excitement!
Courtney says
I went to work in Afghanistan in 2005 and while handing out clothing (I worked in our civilian supply department) I noticed another employee had my mom’s maiden name. It’s a very unusual name so I asked him if he had any relatives in Saskatchewan and he did. Turns out he’s my mom’s (2nd or 3rd) cousin and had been to our house the year previous to talk to my mom about our family tree.
Reenie says
OOOOO EMMMMM GGGGGG ~ that video has me cracking up!!! HAHA!!! Love it!
heather says
My husband and I were meeting with a perspective contractor about a bathroom renovation. We immediately hit it off and new this was the guy for us. In the middle of the meeting he commented on a photo on our coffee table of my husband and me in New Zealand. That comment got us started on the subject and how my husband’s family moved to Auckland from New Orleans in 1985. Then the contractor busts out with “I used to work with this amazing architect that mentored me in my early years and I was really bummed when he packed up his family and moved to New Zealand.” My husand and I immediately looked at each other like “No way, can’t be.” Just so happens that my husband’s dad is an amazing architect… :)
So, long story short, Andy and contractor and Robin the architect worked together in the ’80’s. Robin was pivotal in Andy becoming the amazing carpenter he is today. Although they lost touch when Robin moved his family to New Zealand, Andy never forgot Robin and what he did for his career. So in the end, we got an amazing new bathroom and Andy and Robin got to rekindle their friendship. :)
Marie says
I have several small world stories, but I have to share a forced small world story by an old neighbor. It’s a little off the topic but funny.
My husband and I moved into our first house and met the neighbors. They were very friendly and we should have known something was up when the husband got excited about were we worked (we worked at the same company).
Within a few months of us living there he had a job at our company. Within the first month of his job he sold his car. Upon telling us that he just sold his car he said he wanted to carpool, although he didn’t have a car and didn’t plan to buy one anytime soon. Hmmm, I wonder if he purposely got a job at our company so he could get free rides to work???
We said no thanks, we don’t even carpool with each other because we like to be on our own time line. The oddest thing is that in his first month of work he had asked me a couple times for a ride to work and being a good neighbor I gave him a ride. Both times he was 30 minutes late in the morning. If he was planning to get free rides every day, shouldn’t he have at least been prompt when he was testing us out?
B says
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YoungHouseLove says
No way! Thanks for the link!
xo,
s
Amber Kanady says
OMG.. Earlier this year my hubby and I made a move from Houston Texas to Dallas Texas and while at the restroom at my new office.. I hear someone saying ” HELP, HELP can you please help me, I am stuck in the stall. ” after helping her turn the lock she emerged and I saw she was someone I worked with in Houston at my previous job.. She had also moved to Dallas. Restroom door locks are much different in Dallas LOL..
Video is super cute!!!
Maggie Rose says
Growing up in a small rural community, I’m used to everyone knowing each other… but now that you add in facebook and blogging, the world gets smaller. Another Seattle blogger and I became friends on facebook. Another facebook-friend of mine, a reverend who books my dad’s band and I’ve met several times at his concerts, messaged me to ask how I knew Erin. Turns out he has known her since she was a baby and is old college buddies with her dad.
Another good one – I just recently welcomed a regular guest contributor to my blog (she lives on the other side of the country). One of my best friends emailed to say ‘that’s so cool that Katherine is writing for you’ – I had no idea, but it turns out that we have several mutual friends (IRL) from college. and that she lived in my off-campus college house after I graduated! She had known that, but never mentioned it… then my old babysitter emailed me to say Katherine had worked for her at her summer camp a few years ago! It really is a small world.
Patty says
My husband and I moved out to Connecticut from NE. On Father’s Day my husband and I were driving around and passed an old historic schoolhouse. I thought it was absolutely adorable and wanted to tour it. The schoolhouse has tours Sunday 2-5PM it happened to be 2:30PM so after much convincing, I dragged my husband to take a look inside. Our tour guide (which was approximately 80 some years old) stated she grew up attending a schoolhouse similar to this one but it was outside of Omaha, NE city limits. When she said she Nebraska I about died. We stayed and chatted with her for about an hour. We left exchanging contact information. It is totally a small world!
Kristen says
When I was in elementary school I was really good friends with a girl named Skye. We went to different schools but were on the same competition team at a local dance studio. We were supposed to go to the same high school but she moved away the summer before high school started.
When I got to high school I became really good friends with Laura and Joanna who had been Skye’s best friends from school. We all knew that we had been friends with her and she’d come up from time to time, but we didn’t think much of it. Skye moved a couple times after that (her dad was a pilot and moved a lot) so we lost touch with her.
Laura and I ended up going away to the same college and requested each other as roommates. Our parents dropped us off around the same time on the first day of college. We were checking out the name tags and pictures that had been posted on the doors in our dorm to see who we’d be living with. We were absolutely shocked to see that Skye would be living directly across the hall from us.
It was one of the best surprises of my life and we quickly became very close once again. I always thought Skye would be someone I would remember fondly as a childhood friend, but because of our chance meeting in college our friendship has made the transistion into adulthood.
Ashley @ DesignBuildLove.co says
that is too funny! Everything totally happens for a reason! :)
I don’t have a great small-town story, but I do live in a relatively small town and see people I know just about everywhere I go!!! Word to the wise… don’t go out lookin’ a mess, you’ll definitely see someone you know!