So My Better Half (MBH) and I left our beloved little town of 300 (and our even more beloved town of 7000) and moved to the "big city." And I'm beginning to think that I should get myself a bumper sticker: "Please forgive my good manners - I'm from a small town." Who knew you weren't supposed to look people in the eye! Or that a previously unoccupied lane would suddenly have one speedy and very short-tempered driver who stridently doubts your genetic heritage is as human as it appears.
Still, I think we will like it here. Today I walked to the stores. (Note the plural! They have multiples here!) I forgot chicken, so drove back and found a new, less congested route home again. (Adventure!) It's nice to have other people in the building on the nights when MBH is at work. (Their little yippy dogs on the other hand...) And I don't have to scoop the snow this winter. (Although, if the past couple months were any indication, I don't think anyone else scoops the snow either! Or plows the roads...)
I pulled out P90X Kenpo yesterday and it kicked my tush. But maybe after a few months...
~Stick to it!
Nice to hear from you again. :-)
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