Yankee Drawl

Posted By jayna on March 29, 2010

When the job offer came in and the husband confirmed that we were indeed moving to the place that has consistently topped our list of most hated areas of the country, I think I slipped into denial. As he started working and reality began to sink in, I hit the depression. Anger followed when we went house hunting. Acceptance never came until the boxes were all unpacked and a little bit of exploring had been done.

It’s not all bad.

We live smack dab between two huge cities. Everywhere I go, there are lines and traffic jams and rude people and CITY CITY CITY!! There is crime and confusing freeways and places that make me glad the car doors are locked at stop lights. The grocery stores are different, everything costs more, the schools can be terrible and it’s proving completely impossible to find children’s activities. This is not Ohio, not Georgia, and sure as hell isn’t Texas. It is like no place we have ever lived before.

We did our very best to find the tiny little corridor of parkland and woods and farm, all mixed with historic homes and a picturesque town. Turning into our community brings a sigh of relaxation, as the car winds around the stone hills and past cozy front porches. But, only ten minutes away, down that very same road we turn off of, is the center of one of the most dangerous cities. A trip to the DMV brings you past rows of burnt out rowhouses and police cars on every corner.

We’re adjusting. I’m slowly going a little farther with that acceptance thing. However much I may want to click my heels and find them planted on a lush lawn in Ohio or the sandy beach in Georgia, that ain’t happening.

So, we fill our weekends with the fun things. The husband continues on his steady quest to show me that city living isn’t all that bad.

And, things like the Cherry Blossom Festival in DC only help his case.

It’s hard to argue with beauty and history.

Even with the traffic.

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