New town

I am really beginning to like my new town of Hopewell. Today, I went to the coffeeshop to read the NYTimes, and then later I went to the local pizza place to pick up a calzone. Some dude comes in and asks for two hot subs, and he walks out in a huff after the cook tells him it'll take 15 minutes. They take time to prepare, a point that the cook proceeded to make after the guy left. He started talking to me, saying, and I paraphrase, "This isn't mcdonald's. I cook everything, and it isn't microwaved. I wholeheartedly agreed with him, which I think put me in good standing, because when I left, the dude gave me a high five. How cool is that?
I can't beleive I spent that long living in Plainsboro, which my mom succinctly characcterized as not so much a town as dormitories. I love the small-town feel here, and it seems the pace is relaxed and subdued. The town doesn't call out for attention, but the people still come, maybe because it isn't that pretentious.
Who knows. All I know is that I am already at home here and it's only been two weeks.