It can’t ever be easy moving to Westport. We’re not the kind of community where neighbors notice a moving van, and rush over with fresh-baked pies. We don’t chat over the back fence. The wheels fell off the Welcome Wagon long ago.
It must be infinitely tougher to move here during a pandemic. How can you meet people if they’re holed up in their homes? When they do come out, how can you see who they are behind those masks? How do you shop if the stores are shut? How do you make all those daily discoveries — the library, your kids’ schools and teachers, restaurants — when the entire town has been turned upside down?