Growing up, my mother didn’t work. She also didn’t drive.
Consequently I have a lot of memories from those days of walking (to the shops, to the bus stop, to school).
One of the recurring memories is my Mother always saying hello to anyone she saw on the street. Anyone.
And she was always pleasant about it. I used to hate it.
What if they aren’t nice? What if they don’t want to talk to you?
When I lived in Melbourne it was an unwritten law that you didn’t speak, didn’t say hello, didn’t even make eye contact when you passed another person on the street.
Since I have been living in the country things have changed. I fear I am turned into my mother.
Almost every person I see on the street I have to say hello to. People I see on a regular basis rate a conversation.
Usually inane and quite often about my dog (who is usually walking with me).
I like the fact that I live in a town that still talks to each other, but not sure I can make any more small talk about the weather, the state of the track I am walking on or my dog.
But I will do it all again tomorrow.
Oh, and trips to Melbourne are much more exciting when you forget not to look at people. Their expressions