I have mentioned it around from time to time, but incase you didn't know, or have forgotten, I was raised out in the country side, but now reside in the city. Specifically, I grew up on a farm 2.5 miles outside of a town of 250 people. I now live about 2.5 miles form Wrigley Field in Chicago. A blogger friend of mine asked me how did I make the transition?
The answer? SLOWLY!
Before moving to Chicago, I had been to Chicago maybe 3 times in my "adult" life to that time. I got a job offer in early June and I started in early July. Luckily, I had a good friend living in the NW suburbs, I spent a weekend with her, found a place (tip: make sure your car fits in with the other cars in the parking lot), moved in, and spent the next 11 years living in the northwest suburbs, shedding some of my country ways. Then I moved into the city for another 11 years.
That first year was an exciting time, everything seemed new and exciting, and I eagerly tried to shed "hick ways" to fit in with my new, cooler, co-workers.
Things I really miss:
– I miss seeing the stars. The city lights drown them out. On the farm, if you turned off the yard light, it was a NIGHT SKY.
– I miss baling hay. Honest work out in the sunny summer sky. I'm tall, I always worked the out on the rack, rarely in the mow.
– Waving to people driving the other way down the street. Not because you know them, just to be friendly. A realtor was standing in front of my building Sunday, waiting for her client. Since she was milling around in front of where I live, I said a quick, "Hi." She looked at me with a combination of fear, bewilderment, and annoyance. I know that look. I get it a lot.
Changes I had to make:
– In the country, you might walk to the barn, "walk beans" (it mean weed, because you walk up and down the rows), or down to the mail box, but that was it. In the city, walking became more just an option for a lot of trips, it became the most effective and efficient mode of transport in a lot of cases. Now, I'm angry that my preferred grocery chain isn't in walking distance.
– I had to get used to PAYING to park my car. And not just like a quarter in a meter. Like in parking garages, and valets. In the country, if you tossed your keys to a stranger to park your can, he'd punch you. Then driver your car into a lake.
– I learned that you just can't shoot the neighbor's dog if he knocks up your dog. I the country, your dad can do that, even if the dog belongs to your high school principal.
– Instead of peeing behind a tree, you have to pee behind a dumpster.
– The noon whistle? Where I come from, there are daily noon and 5:00 whistles. How do I know when to go to lunch or to leave work without a whistle?
(Editor's note: Listen 'Mr. Groundhog', if that's your REAL name, if you know what's good for you, you'll do the right thing and NOT see that shadow. Capice?)
Posted by Scope at 06:30