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My transition from big city living (Vancouver, Toronto, Montreal) to North Bay has been unlike what the websites say. I should be finding it difficult to adjust to living in a small town. My life should be turned upside down, if I don’t prepare myself for the changes I will face. Nobody said that politeness should be something to prepare for.  People in this Northern small town actually thank the public transit drivers. The Farmer’s Market does not try the hard sales technique that I have become accustomed to. Small town university students will hold doors open for each other. Unlike the big city animals that just take your fries, the wildlife here doesn’t even panhandle. The traffic jam consists of 10 cars and maybe a moose. In my neighborhood, there was almost an instant sense of familiarity–nods and hellos of recognition at every turn. This small community has the same range of eccentric characters as anyplace else I have lived in Canada. I often find myself thinking about the lyricsWell, now then, there, Diane, we ought to run off to the city. Diane says:  ‘Baby, you ain’t missing nothing.’ “