It’s been strange, in a way, readjusting to a life I lead for my first twenty years of existence. Until I moved back east, I hadn’t realized how much I had adjusted to the midwestern way of life, and how certain things differ from one place to another.
Everything I ever wanted to do in South Bend was a quick 10 minute drive away. Bars, my place of employment, friend’s dwellings; I hopped in my car, drove the short distance, and enjoyed myself. However, in this area, things are a bit more… spread out. I recall this when living in western Massachusetts, and I’m living it again. I drive 45 minutes to work each morning and 45 minutes back that evening. When I bring my car to the dealership I’ll be bringing it to a dealership on my drive home from work, not the one in the town I live, only because the one on the drive home is more convenient for me. It’s strange to get used to this, as everything I ever needed in South Bend was right there. It is strange.
It hasn’t really sunk in yet that this is my home. I feel like I’ve been dropped here out of the sky with no prior knowledge of the life I lived before the second week of May. Maybe I’ll feel more at home here once I get my ID and license plates switched over (which will be fun; my car does not have a front license plate mount, so I will need to figure out a way to get that on my car before I get my New Hampshire plates. Oh, the little things I don’t think about when moving to a new state!), or maybe it will just come with time. I do recall not feeling at home in Indiana when I first moved there back in 2001, and here I am, still mentally considering it my home base.
I do love it here. On my drive back from western Massachusetts on Sunday I drove by the marshes and ocean near Hampton Beach. I rolled my windows down all the way and breathed in the salt air, something I missed living in a land locked state. I still have yet to see the ocean in New Hampshire, but I figure summer’s only beginning, and I will have many chances to walk on the beach. I am excited.