One of the last tasks of my move was registering our home alarm with the city. I went online, filled out the application, and submitted it.
Five minutes later, an email came in. It was from the City of Gallatin.
"Are you in the city?" she asked.
Two months ago, that question would have confused me. Having lived here for a month, though, I'm familiar with the "city" thing. We're on a peninsula...
Which means we aren't "in the city."
Four miles up the road is a grocery store the size of a megamall. A couple of miles from that is a Starbucks. Yet we aren't within city limits because we're on a peninsula.
Does that mean I'm in the country now?
I moved here from Nashville...30 minutes away. We had Nashville electric and Nashville water. It took me two days to straighten out where our utilities were here. We're on Nashville electric, Gallatin gas, and White House water. White House is a random city about 25 minutes away.
We had to pay someone to pick up our trash. A private trash picker-upper. Because we're "not in Gallatin." Yet our mailing address is Gallatin, Tennessee.
It's all very foreign to me! But I do know one thing...Gallatin Gas and White House Water are the nicest people you'll ever call. And the postal workers act like they actually like their lives. In Nashville, every employee we encountered seemed suicidal.
So maybe "country living" isn't so bad after all. Especially if there's a Starbucks and about a billion restaurants within a ten-minute drive!