Mayberry

Mayberry is a name that conjures up dusty roads, fishing poles, a close knit community – almost as if they were all family – and that catchy tune you just can’t help but whistle.

As I considered my new home, I recognized that I’ve found myself in just such a location, albeit with a modern twist.

The roads carry dust from the desert and if you go just a short bit out of the ‘big city’ dirt roads are the norm. Walking along the Atlantic, you’ll regularly see men and boys of all ages with their fishing poles and nets catching tonight’s supper.  

And as for tight knit…well it doesn’t get much tighter than here! Everyone knows everyone else and what the state of their union is. As a new comer I’m watched closely but over time, know that I too will be in some of these tight knight circles. And, with time and trust, I too, will be family.

As for the catchy tune, well five times a day a tune is broadcast throughout the city. It’s not something you’d whistle along to, but it’s as much a part of everyday life here as Andy saying grace before meals.

And so, because of all these (slightly creative) similarities, I believe I’ll think of this as my very own modern day Mayberry.  I know that things aren’t like ‘back home’ but that’s OK, because now this is home. 

Bienvenue au Mayberry!