City girl in a small town

I never considered myself to be a big city girl until I moved here, to Edwardsville, IL. Yep, Illinois. I mean, I don't really consider Portland big city. I can walk down the street and see the regulars at the coffee shop and they know my name. Well here I am, I have arrived at small town. I went into a diner today that I have been at TWICE and they remembered me. Granted I really like this diner but really... I'm not even a regular and they remembered me? Dorothy we aren't in Portland anymore. Part of me expects the people at the grocery store to remember me too. 

 

Okay, okay. It's not closest neighbor 5 miles away small but it's small in comparison, population wise.  

I am used to 40 minutes to my parents house that's in the same city and this is like 10 minutes across town IF there is traffic. Don't get me wrong, this is SUPER convenient but lordy is this a different world. It's weird thinking that just a few short weeks ago I was sitting COMFORTABLY in Beaverton wishing I never had to leave. Now here I am, in an empty apartment (save me and the dogs) and it's 71 degrees with 96% humidity... AT 11 AT NIGHT! What is this... oh and if you're quite for long enough you can hear nothing but the Air conditioner and...that's it. Nothing else. This is a whole new world for me... maybe I could hear the mice at the house next door. Who knows. I am going to have to start tracking this new strange place I'm in cause I am quite certain it's going to be a doosy!