So we're here. I am feeling a bit out of place. If I am a Southerner, why does Georgia feel so strange? Well, I think it's because I am a Southern girl who grew to like city living. I feel like I stick out here. After three odd years in Utah I picked up lots of Utah habits. Modesty- Quit laughing all you LDS friends. I am a habit wearing nun compared to the hoochy skirt wearing tube top clad women who parade around half naked here. Being thrifty- not popular here. No everyone has to get bigger SUV's to keep up the the Bubba's next door. My eyes popped out of my head at the grocery store. Ingles would shut down if it were in Utah, no good Mormon mom would pay $4.89 for a box of corn flakes, they wait for the ten for ten sale at Macey's and buy a six month supply. Hoarding(I mean food storage) no potato pearls here.
Well marked street signs really make it easy to get around a new town, but missing ones give a place character. Let's just say Cartersville has lots of character. I am slowly learning my way around, and everything around here runs slowly. To get to anything I have to drive fifteen minutes, not unbearable. I miss being able to walk to the grocery or ride my bike to the vegetable stand.
This just doesn't feel like home, but I know I must give it a little longer than a week. I am trying but my frustration is getting the best of me. There are no Stay At Home Moms that I can find. Southerners think that we are the most family centered American sub-culture. We also brag about our friendliness. We'll as a person whose has lived in a few US states, the South does not hold the title for either. Don't get me wrong, they are friendly, everyone and their mama waves hello and goodbye to anyone who passes on the street. But I have yet to be brought a tray of cookies or and inedible Jello desert as a welcome to the neighborhood. If family is so important why have I not seen any? Just people, no moms and kids running around during the day. Cartersville is in no way a small town, but it is still small enough that people know who is and isn't from here. I sense a stand off feeling when meeting the locals. They are friendly, from a nice safe distance. The houses here are more spread out. It is nice to have a big yard but makes for a big barrier between neighbors.
Maybe it is all in my head. Maybe I am not giving enough of a chance to Cartersville. Utah is just a hard act to follow. I am seeking out other crazy at-homers, but local statues are preventing any success. I need a library card. To get one I need a utility bill in my name- no luck, Brad set them all up in his name. I could also use a Georgia drivers license-no luck. I tried to get one but failed to bring in my birth certificate, marriage license, and bank statement. My documents are still packed up here somewhere. So instead of cyber bitching perhaps I should get back to box unpacking. Hopefully I will be a card carrying resident of Bartow County in another week, then we'll see what all I can find to get into.
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