I grew up in the suburbs of Atlanta, GA. As I grew up, I never considered what it meant to have a grocery store, gas station, restaurant, and drug store on just about every corner. And that was just the suburbs. As I got even older, I started to venture into the city and discovered a whole new world of shops and restaurants to enjoy. Life was good.
After “retiring” my career during the worst days of my illness, I moved to a small town to “take it easy”. I’ve been here almost four years and I can tell you that it’s nice to be surrounded by quiet. What’s odd, though, is that I sleep every night with ear plugs in my ears. The deafening quiet makes the sounds of the country come to life and bellow like church bells.
However, there’s a payoff. There were more stores in one shopping center in Atlanta than there are in the entire town I live in. Of course, there’s always the Wal-Mart. I’m not saying that we don’t have any restaurants, it’s just that we have only 10 or so, and most of those are chains. Aside from a Lowe’s home improvement store and the Wal-Mart, there’s no place to go shopping here. The closest larger cities are around 2 hours away. We had to drive 2 hours yesterday just to get somewhat of a sushi dinner (and it was at a place called “Joe’s”) or good Indian food.
There’s a tradeoff, I suppose. The traffic is much easier to navigate and I don’t constantly fear that I’m going to get my head cut off in an accident. There’s something about the big city, though that calls me back. When I lived there, I didn’t do anything anyway, so what’s the big deal? I stayed at home and watched movies on my TV. But I guess that it was the idea of having the option to drive a few minutes for a great Sushi Dinner, or a nice hole-in-the-wall pizza place that made it great to live in a big city.