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I think I'm going just a little bit crazy.
Allow me to preface this by saying that I really do like it here, and the campus is beautiful, and my classes are good, and I like the people, and I'm having fun.
However.
I'm kind of trapped. I mean, it isn't as if I can walk to the town. And, really, it's not a bad town. There's a Target. the Target has a Starbucks in it. There are nail places and a thrift shop and a little drive-through place with awesome milkshakes. It's a nice little town.
Except I can't get to it.
I mean, I know I could ask someone for a ride, and I seriously doubt I'd have any trouble finding one, but something about having to rely on the charity of those who are, if not strangers, at this point still mildly unfamiliar is unnerving. Hence the trapped feeling.
I miss my car.
If I had my car, then I could drive to the town. And figure it out. Get to know the area, get to know what's out there, probably find places that *haven't* decided that I'm in their target market and sent me a menu/sheet of coupons/etc./whatever. I could feel less like I'm in a little concret box, surrounded by other little concrete boxes, with small, mostly unnatractive (after three weeks) eating establishments and no other entrepreneurs to speak of.
But instead, I'm seriously rocking the cabin fever here.
Probably, that's why I've been so shopaholic with the online ordering lately. Which I have been. Hoping that through purchase of some memento of the outside world, everything would feel a little less... trapped. I mean, I'm not used to not being able to go where I want when I want. Which is stupid, because how long have I had my freaking car? Three months? Maybe?
I'm so spoiled.
But it's still sucky.
::tear::
Also, to the amusement of all, the other day my extremely awesome American Government teacher, when asked who Margaret Thatcher is, responded with "Kind of like Ronald Reagan in drag."
ROFL.
Allow me to preface this by saying that I really do like it here, and the campus is beautiful, and my classes are good, and I like the people, and I'm having fun.
However.
I'm kind of trapped. I mean, it isn't as if I can walk to the town. And, really, it's not a bad town. There's a Target. the Target has a Starbucks in it. There are nail places and a thrift shop and a little drive-through place with awesome milkshakes. It's a nice little town.
Except I can't get to it.
I mean, I know I could ask someone for a ride, and I seriously doubt I'd have any trouble finding one, but something about having to rely on the charity of those who are, if not strangers, at this point still mildly unfamiliar is unnerving. Hence the trapped feeling.
I miss my car.
If I had my car, then I could drive to the town. And figure it out. Get to know the area, get to know what's out there, probably find places that *haven't* decided that I'm in their target market and sent me a menu/sheet of coupons/etc./whatever. I could feel less like I'm in a little concret box, surrounded by other little concrete boxes, with small, mostly unnatractive (after three weeks) eating establishments and no other entrepreneurs to speak of.
But instead, I'm seriously rocking the cabin fever here.
Probably, that's why I've been so shopaholic with the online ordering lately. Which I have been. Hoping that through purchase of some memento of the outside world, everything would feel a little less... trapped. I mean, I'm not used to not being able to go where I want when I want. Which is stupid, because how long have I had my freaking car? Three months? Maybe?
I'm so spoiled.
But it's still sucky.
::tear::
Also, to the amusement of all, the other day my extremely awesome American Government teacher, when asked who Margaret Thatcher is, responded with "Kind of like Ronald Reagan in drag."
ROFL.