No matter how much I deny it, I don't think I could cut it in the big city. I act tough and think I could handle it, but the reality is... I'm a wimp! I have two examples that show I am not ready to live in a larger place than here.
1. My city's motto 'The Friendly City'. I really don't think there are many people here that would kill someone for a parking space. Oh they all think it, but would they do it? Of course not. Bingo is another story...
2. I get lost in the public high schools (unless on the way to the music/drama rooms). The lights are so bright and the halls are so drab. Why can't all schools be as nice as Catholic ones? At our school even the skanks(no offense... :D) look friendly. There, I just wanna crawl up in the fetal position and call mommy to pick me up.
When I decide to move... I'm buying some pepper spray.
1 comments:
Your blog is so pink. Kudos for keeping up with an LJ, a dA journal AND a blog! Even without them all being the same, too :)
I can to the same conclusion after thinking aobut my life as you have, Amy. I just... couldn't handle a big city. I can't stand Regina, even. Lol.
We should have a chai tea party.
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