Differences

From my window at the CapeFrom my window at the Cape.

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.

6 thoughts on “Differences”

  1. I’ve never lived anywhere that wasn’t 10 minutes away from everything. It was quite a change when I visited Joe in Missouri and it was an hour to the nearest mall. I grew up 5 minutes from 2 malls.

  2. Gretchen

    That’s it…knitting on the beach it is!

  3. except for my years in college towns, I’ve always lived in the suburbs. right now Mike and I live “close in” — much closer to the downtown area and in the middle of the actual city. I think I prefer the suburbs; more space and less craziness. in Denver (we actually lived on the border of Denver and Aurora, a suburb) we were about 10-15 minutes from most everything, and that was pretty awesome.

  4. Crystal

    I’m glad you’re back home, even if it will take some getting used to.I can’t believe it’s been eight years since you moved to Indiana!

    I love the picture. Btw, I’ve never traveled east of Missouri, but New England seems pretty cool when you talk about it.

  5. Good to hear that you are settling in. I miss seeing you at knit nights and calling up to say do you want to go to dinner. Love the view.

  6. Marci

    Aubrey-
    We miss seeing you (and your GREAT creativity) on Knit-Sundays. The picture out your window is beautiful! You will be proud to know that I’ve finally found and am on Ravelry. LOL! Best in your new job.

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