Well, here I am. A Pennsylvanian born and bred living just across the northern border. Do I like snow? Not really. Skiing? Def not. Hiking? I could be convinced, but it's not a driving force.
Honestly, I did it for one simple reason: because it was there. I had an opportunity and I took it. It might end up being a mistake, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. Mistakes are just as big a part of life as getting things right. And they're a hell of a lot more interesting.
So, I'm living with my boyfriend in a very nice apartment in a small oasis of consumerism in the midst of a vast, northern wilderness. Right now, I'm still enjoying the novelty of it. I definitely miss some things, like having great sandwiches and coffee Coolattas within walking distance. I definitely don't miss other things, like the terrible indie bands that would play in my building's basement and, due to a lack of insulation, might as well have been playing in my living room.
Today was kind of a strike against this whole plan, though. I had a few simple tasks: drop off the boyfriend's dry cleaning, pick up some groceries and drop off an overdue library book. Evidently, today was not a good day for Clifton Park's older, female residents. I'm fairly certain I didn't step on any kittens or small children in front of them, but you sure couldn't tell from their reactions.
Honestly, if today is the worst of it, I can deal. I have a partially working CD player in a mostly working Kia that has decent bass, so life can never be that bad.
