I live in Norwich. Like any other town, it has its pros and cons. And unfortunately, just like any other town, the pros can sometimes be overshadowed by the cons until over time, the charm that originally drew me to Norwich in the first place fades out, and what’s left are the things to complain about.

Sometimes I forget why I like living here. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here. There’s no place else I’d rather call home. Still, all that’s good about a small, rural community can be so easily obscured by all that’s ... well, not so good. For instance, I like having a convenience store nearby, but I don’t like feeling like I’ve crashed a pajama party every time I go there (no one wants to feel overdressed just because they’re wearing pants). I like the everyday small town occurrence of a seeing a familiar face at the gas station; I don’t like pumping gas and overhearing language that would make virgin ears bleed. I like living in a neighborhood where kids feel safe to ride their bikes. I don’t like cruising main street, knowing that a kid can – and will – ride out in front of me the same way a deer jumps out on the back county roads (although I admit, I’m less timid about hitting some of those kids now than I was when I moved here three years ago. Whereas I once said a concerning “Oh my God, I’m going to run that kid over,” I’m now more apt to say a much more annoyed and almost determined “Oh my God, I’m going to run that kid over”).

At times, it seems that for every good thing there is to say about Norwich, there’s a list of negatives to counterbalance. As I said, that original charm of Norwich – just like anyplace else – can lose its luster after living here for so long.

So as a resident who’s still in love with this small city, I wonder what out-of-towners see. Have they ever brushed the back tire of a bicycle with the front end of their car? Have they ever pumped gas and seen the “salty-mouthed pajama gang” staking out their territory in the parking lot?