America has many problems, and I would argue that most are the result of a breakdown in community connections.I spent the past eight years in Fort Worth, Texas, a Midwest girl in the big city. Although there was plenty of southern charm, most Fort Worthians do not make community a high priority. My husband, David, and I decided we would pack up our cats, hermit crab and toy collections and move, in search of a community we could be proud to call our own. Good fortune and luck helped us find a nice home with plenty of gardening space in Hills. Our U-Haul arrived in September and we have loved every minute of our new lives since then. The community spirit we were hoping to find is alive and well here, and it feels wonderful to be a part of it. Hills citizens have been so genuine to us. They have extended themselves to us in so many ways. Within days of our arrival, the town felt like home and we were settling in for a long adventure. I was given a great opportunity when I discovered the opening for a reporter at the Hills Crescent. Reporting for the Crescent gives me a chance to make a contribution to the community I am growing to love. Finally, I want to thank the community members who have gone out of their way to welcome us. Your kindness has touched our hearts and will always be remembered.