reporting from the sticks

Somewhere someone said that the country was supposed to be relaxing and wonderful. A retreat from the hustle and bustle of the city. I am here to say that was all a filthy lie. While this town is not necessarily in the middle of nowhere, america....it might as well be. I grew up in this small town about 25 miles from the city limits of San Antonio, TX. It is, in all honesty, quite beautiful and picturesque to the outsider. Now I clearly remember why I left. I am afraid to say, for any true city dweller this, my friend, is hell.

Yes, I dare say, I have become a spoiled city gal. I enjoy having anything and everything I could ever want at my beck and call. I can grocery shop at 4 am or eat a decent dinner in the city even when the end of the earth is near. Starbucks and the best bagels in Houston are minutes from my apartment. The gym is steps from my front door and the movie theatre is a hop and a skip---literally.

The corn fields are beginning to make my vision hazy and are toying with my sanity. Doesn't anyone here not like the quiet?! I long to hear a siren blaring, or horns honking from traffic. The loud hum of the commuter train or even screaming neighbors. There is absolutely nothing to do here except watch cable tv or sleep. Even my dirty laundry is at my apartment! The fresh air is far too clean for my smoggy lungs. It's a little creepy to really hear birds chirping and people smiling saying hello like they know me. I have officially entered the twilight zone. I would not wish this on my worst enemy. Reporting from the sticks---send help before the straight jacket is a must!!!