adjustment

I was born and raised in Atlanta.  Now I live in Connecticut.  And, let me tell you...it is verrryyyy different.  When we first moved here I had to listen really hard when people talked to me because they talked too fast and I couldnt understand what they were saying.  I felt like a fool.  I am a college educated, with a graduate degree, modern american woman I couldnt understand what store clerks were saying when they asked for my signature.  Yeah...it was an adjustment.

That wasnt the only one either.  There are no streetlights on the highways.  So when youre driving in a snowstorm down the highway at 9 at night, dont count on the streetlights to provide any kind of guidance...you are better off following the lines in the snow left by previous travelers.  And, if you are looking for a good mexican restaurant where you might find queso on a friday night, along side a frozen margarita, good luck.  There is no such thing 'round these parts.

I figure my experience isnt that unique...people relocate all of the time.  But, for me the past two years have taught me a lot about what I thought I knew about life...and about my tendencies to expect certain things.  Now, my understanding of life was bound to be different this year, having a daughter and all, but I definitely wasnt expecting to have said daughter while I was in the midst of learning to live in the northeast.  So, it's definitely been a period of adjustment...not only to living in a new place, but to living in a new phase of my life....being a mama.