We lived in Raleigh for ten years. Loved it. The only reason we moved back North is to be closer to our families (grandparents, great-grandparents, etc.).
I have a nice story about St. Michael’s in Cary that happened back in the 1980s. When my two daughters were very young, I was involved with Bread for the World, and at that time, St. Michael’s was where a lot of the actual “work” happened. My husband and I were NOT Catholic at that time.
One hot humid day (you get a lot of those in North Carolina!), I drove out to Cary to St. Michael’s with my daughters to do some paperwork for BFTW. I was hot and sweaty and not feeling particularly beautiful–I’m not fond of heat. My daughters were messy, noisy, and full of hi-jinks. The youngest was still in diapers and the oldest was out of diapers, but still in that phase where I was always worried about an “accident.”
When I was finished, I stopped by the office to report on something. Out came a couple of nuns. Both of them were excited to see my daughters, and they came out from behind the desk to give my babies hugs. Both of my daughters were very friendly, especially my older daughter, but my younger daughter was (and still is) a “snuggler.” They were just as excited to see the nuns as the nuns were to see them.
The nuns both expressed such joy in seeing my daughters, and told me over and over how beautiful they were (in spite of the grime and messiness), and when I told them my daughters’ names (Evangeline and Charity), the nuns were enraptured!
By the time I left the office, I was convinced that I had the most beautiful children who had ever been born and that I was the best mother in the world! Those nuns made me and my daughters feel loved and beautiful.
When I look back on it, I think it was one of many events that “prepared” my husband and me to eventually come home to the Catholic Church.
I hope St. Michael’s is still awesome like it was back then!
And I agree with everyone else–you will really love the Triangle Area of Raleigh. Both of my daughters and my husband got started in their ice skating at the Ice House in Cary, North Carolina. I remember that rink with fondness, because they taught the kids that whenever anyone fell, they should stop and ask, “Are you alright?” and not just skate on by. I have never seen that at any other rink in the U.S.