I’m not the kind of gal who takes change lightly. Familiarity suits me just fine. So, when I made the decision to move to Lovell it was a careful one that I put a lot of thought into.
With the Internet at my fingertips, I set out to find out all I could about our little town — population, climate, average home prices, average taxes or lack thereof. What I didn’t find in those statistics was the friendliest community I could have ever imagined, and a place that feels like home after only a few weeks.
Some things just can’t be quantified. Like the genuine excitement that people here so freely express when a new face joins their ranks. Like the what-can-I-do-for-you attitude that allowed me to slip into this small town with the same ease as putting on a comfortable pair of slippers.
I’ve already seen how this town rallies around a family when tragedy strikes like the benefit car wash this weekend for Trey Englert, who was severely injured at the plant recently. I’ve already written about how town folk pool their resources, like when the school district employees donated their own vacation time to help Robyn Asay have enough paid time off to see her daughter through her radiation treatments. I’ve seen people stay up all night to honor those who have won and lost their battle with cancer, like they did this past weekend at the Relay for Life event. I’ve met a chief of police so honest that he’s even given himself a ticket.
One of the real perks of my job as a newspaper reporter is that I get to experience and chronicle those moments through my stories and photographs. I get to meet people I might not have met otherwise and to share the important moments of their lives. Through that experience I get to feel the pulse of the community. A pulse that is strong in this town.
Thank you to the countless people who have stopped me on the street just to say welcome to Lovell. The comfort of this place soothes my soul and I feel lasting friendships budding all around me.