This is a blog on things–Texas things and Massachusetts things.
October 30, 2010 § 4 Comments
THINGS I LOVE BETTER ABOUT DOWN THERE THAN UP HERE
I really really miss sonic drinks, like cherry limeades and lemonberry slushes. There’s nothing like having a horrible, no good, very bad day and being cheered up with a halfprice cherry-watermelon slush at happy hour. Or hearing the good news that your hometown that you’re moving back to finally decided to get with it and open up a sonic two seconds from where you work. Or celebrating an engagement with a route 44 drink after church. Move over Chuck-E-Cheese, because Sonic definitely wins the prize for happiest place on earth. But there are no sonics up here. No, the closest I can get to is raspberry lime rickeys–which are reeeeally good, just not the same–or putting lime seltzer in my cranberry juice–still good, just makes me pee all the time.
2. Gas Stations
Okay like no joke. You know how you fill up your tank and you can click that little thing on the pump so you don’t have to stand there and hold the nozzle? Well, Mass. made it illegal up here to have those little clicker things so if I fill up my tank I have to stand there and hold the nozzle. And normally that doesn’t bother me so much, except for the fact that its a million degrees colder up here than down there, so while you guys can avoid the heat at the gas station by sitting in your car, I’m getting frostbite on my fingers from holding the cold metal nozzle in my hands.
3. Rice Village/West University
Every time some New England person hears I’m from Texas, the response I get is, “Oh, how do you love the weather? Isn’t fall the greatest?? I mean, you just don’t get any better than these trees, huh?” Well, a word to all you New Englanders: Fall is not my favorite season! Sorry, but I don’t like when the weather is in between humid/hot and cold, I don’t like all the leaves piled atop my car before I go to work (oh em gee do I dread the ice and snow), and the colors of the leaves? Hate to break it to ya, but orange is not my favorite color. No, I miss West University, especially in the spring time, when the tree leaves are almost a lime green and the sun shines through them and makes them even lime-y-er. The leaves are almost translucent–maybe not “rich” with color, but beautiful all the same. And I miss how you drive through these gorgeous colors and end up at Rice Village, blocks and blocks of independent bookstores, clothing boutiques, and restaurants. It’s the place I bought my wedding dress. It’s the place where I interned at the publishing company. It’s the place that my then-fiance/now-husband took me to the weirdest and overly sexual play I’ve ever seen before. You can’t find a place like that at all around here.
I know, this is a crazy one, and I guess I don’t exactly miss roaches, but I just despise these Massachusetts bugs so much, like the millipede. And what makes Mass bugs grosser? One word: UGLY. They may be small, but they are the most hideous creatures I’ve ever seen–and I’m not just talking about the millipede, either. There are things that look like silverfish, but they’re black as night and have long feelers coming off of them. Fruit flies get into my kitchen, and they’re seriously worse than gnats or mosquitoes or junebugs for sure. And like a family of skunks live next door to us. I’m not talking metaphorically, I mean those black furry creatures with a white stripe that stink like heck. I woke up one morning, dreaming that my job was peeling roadkill off the highways, with the smell lingering in my nose only to find the family of skunks bonding in the front of my bedroom windows. So, no, I don’t jump out of my skin every time I’m next to a bush and hear a noise thinking it’s a snake or having to deal with cricket infestation (*ahem swagu*), but at least I’m on first name basis with those disgusting things.
No one shares up here. All the surrounding wifi is security/password protected. It suucks.
THINGS I LOVE BETTER UP HERE THAN THERE
From my house I can walk to the center of town, to my in-laws apartment, to the library, to the grocery store, to the laundromat, the post office, etc. etc. I can go literally a week without ever using my car. My bank is in my side yard, the coffee house is next door, and there’s a chinese takeout next door to that. You can’t walk anywhere in Texas or you’ll get busted up by a ford pickup truck on a 6 lane highway.
2. The Smell
My husband and I and a friend of his went to MIT tonight for a Campus Crusade thing and they were talking about how they love the New England smell. At the time, I made fun of them for “smelling New England,” but it’s true, there really is a crisp-ness in the air that you don’t get in Texas–at least not where I’m from.
Being in Mass, I am 2 hours from Connecticut, 1 hour from New Hampshire, 2 hours from Maine, 2 1/2 hours from Vermont, 40 minutes from Rhode Island, and 4 hours from New York. It took me 4 hours to drive from college to home freshman year and 45 minutes junior-senior year, and I stayed in the same state the entire time! Not up here though. Just get on a road, and in 2 hours you’ll end up somewheres totally different.
4. My Apartment
The house I live in was built in 1836, and around the 60s/70s it was cut up into apartments. So I’m living with the original windows, beautiful hardwood floors, and a great builtin in the living area. Yeah, on a whole the apartment is tiny, has remnants of almost every decade–parquet floor from the 70s, wallpaper from the 60s, kitchen countertops from the 50s–and no we can’t hang things up because of the horsehair walls and my kitchen only has 2 cabinets, but I love how unique it is. You can’t find anything but ginormo apartment complexes down there. At least mine has real history in it. In fact, when it was originally built, it was at the bottom of the hill, on the main street, and then they wanted to put a bank in so they moved the house–the whole house!!–up the hill a block and set it there. And then they wanted to expand the bank so they just moved the house again to where it is now. How cool is that? My house is a survivor. Not only that, it was built for Joseph Day, the grandfather of the founder of the town, so I’m not joking when I say it’s historic. I’m a part of history.
Let’s face it. You do not see things like this on the side of a Texas highway.