20 December, 2008 | Leave a Comment
I think I’m suffering from culture shock. It’s nothing to do with UK vs. US, but city v. country. I’ve really become such a city girl that being in a small town is tough. I’m used to walking out the door and having the world at my fingertips. Now if I walk out the door…I’m in a parking lot. You can’t go anywhere here without a car! And I don’t have my own car, obviously, and no one will let me drive their car anyway. So I have to tag along with everyone else as if I’m 5 years old or otherwise just stay home.
It sorta feels like I’m like an animal that’s been captured and put in a cage. Such a strange feeling…
Anglofille said @ 5:28 pm | travel | 3 Comments
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LOL!
(sorry!)
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Ken Says:
December 21st, 2008 at 4:52 pmAnglofille:
As I sit during our third consecutive day of snow, all I kind say is the situation you describe is an unavoidable fact of life in small town and rural America. This is why the period of $4 per gallon gas was so devasting in many towns.
To us here in the city, making short distance trips, this was an inconvenience. To folks down South and in the Plains and some parts of the West, this meant being stranded.
Did you consider renting a car? Being without wheels in this country is a real drag; truly second class citizenship.
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Gregory Says:
December 27th, 2008 at 9:10 pmin a toy town, you can get a bad rep for having an ‘alternative’ funny creature in your car window,
like the little guy tiger with fluffy boy parts.
I use to go to cowtown to drop litter, I’ve had people pick it up and stuff it back in my car, through the window, and then challenge me
As if having righteousness on their side, is all they need, you won’t get that too often in Hunts Point or Southie
