I drive down the street and think to myself that I am living in a place where I don't belong. I have been transplanted to here from my home out west.1
Don't get me wrong...this is a nice location.
It has good weather. The winters are gentle and in the stickiness of summer, there are breezes and afternoon storms.2
I live in a nice-sized city with interesting, educated people.
I get a local NPR station and there a five Starbucks in town.3
The trees are beautiful and the landscape is greener than any other I have seen.4
I even like the native cuisine. BBQ is has grown from a verb to a noun.5
But this is not my home.
Even the ocean is on the wrong side. 6
I drive down the street and know that this is a good place, but it is not my place. I am ready to go home.
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Eastside? Westside? Gulf?
I'd stay away from anyplace with five Starbucks! I try to avoid them where I live...after paying about fifteen bucks for coffee (Latte...Grande...Frappe...Schmappe...Crappe) and a roll one morning! And the view! The view of pseudo intellects and would be grandeloquent authors steeped in pseudo concentration over their laptops and lattes. Used to be notepads (I think they sell them at Starbucks) but now they're laptops. Can't wait to watch someone's Grande Malted Merge with their Mac. What a pretentious joint. I know where you can get a good cup of joe for seventy-five cents! And no one is writing the great American Epic!
I loved your line about BBQ having grown from a verb into a noun. But where the heck would that be on the EAST coast? This is a little confusing. I somehow got the idea you were in California!
Anyway, nice voice.
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I feel like this about where I live. I lived here my whole 17 years but I feel that I don't belong here. It seriously sucks to not being able to see what I like. (Landscapes such as lakes hills mountains etc etc) This was very good and I could actually relate to it. Good job! =D
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