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Fayetteville, Ark is not a good place to live
Posted On: 5/21/2016 8:03:00 PM
I read Sandy's review and was very impressed with its honesty and factualness. I used to live there in Fayetteville and I moved away for pretty much EXACTLY the same reasons. I am much happier now in the Great Pacific Northwest. One of the things I love about the northwest is its “inclusiveness”. They go to great lengths to make certain that people feel “included” even if they are not from the northwest and have no extended family here. To give you an example, I was a member of a tennis club in Fayetteville for about a year, years ago. For new adult male members with no tennis partners, to be able to come and play in any type of league or weekly activity with other members their only choice was to show up and be available as a substitute. Often, no subs were needed and they just went home. Not very “inclusive”. By contrast, let me tell you about a local tennis club where I live now. About 3 or 4 evenings per week, there are tennis activities you can go to where you get put with three other people and play one set. Then you get put with three other people and play a set, and so on. Everybody is “included”. These tennis clubs are just an example. Another example would be the weekly extended family reunions in Fayetteville. If you are not family, you are not “included”. Here in the northwest, people have family reunions MUCH less frequently and spend a LOT more time in activities that INCLUDE people such as an adult only child with no family. There was a man from ancient history that was actually deeply interested in “Inclusiveness”. His name was Jesus. When I think about the maniacally dangerous way people drive in Fayetteville compared to the northwest, I am convinced that if Jesus had been a driver, he would drive more like a northwesterner. It’s a Christian thing to do to show concern for the safety of others. Glad I don’t live there anymore. Sandy, if you read this I hope for the best for you. Get out if you can. It wasn’t easy for me. I kind of thought of Andy Dufrayne from the Shawshank Redemption. It was simply time to “get busy livin or get busy dieing.” I didn’t literally climb through a river of shot a quarter mile long, but I moved 2,000 miles away late in life to a place where I knew NOONE. Just do it, Sandy!