These last three years I have managed to isolate myself somewhat (by living on campus) from the suburbia that is the landscape on this side of Greensboro. Well, no more.
I will have a lot to say about this when I finally have a high-speed connection at home (next week, we think - the Evil Time Warner came by sooner than the sales department had predicted, in the form of a nice man who said that the little old house is indeed cable-worthy) but for now, I am trying to get out of Panera Bread, my WiFi home away from home, which is actually pleasant, but freaking me out and filling me with nostalgia for the sidewalks of Berkeley and for the Cheeseboard and Acme Bread. Those don't have WiFi, though. Sorry for the run-on sentence before that last one.
I am an urban girl. Rural I can do. It's the suburban Southern Sprawl thing I can't quite get used to. But I am thinking of this as a reporter/anthropologist/sociologist and that makes it interesting. I just can't quite believe I live here.
Blog flashback on a related topic: Foot people and car people (May 2007)