Suburban Blues or Winter Blues? I go, suburban.

Change makes things different and allows you to think and react in new ways. There is a process to everything and this will be our spot to process our new digs on this new thing called "The World Wide Web".
This is what I thought about opening this here bloggery-thing. Sometimes, to vent, sometimes to post fun pictures, and mostly just to document the change and emotions that I am having in this transition. Originally, the idea was to help document and process first reactions to things and events. Today, I go back to that.
I feel trapped in a box.
1. Wake up in a box bed
2. Get in a box to drive to work
3. Work in a box
4. Get back in a box to drive home
5. PUll into the garage box
6. Go to the Y box
7. Come home, stuff my face, and then sit in the basement box
8. Go back to bed in the box
Pack on 10 pounds, look bloated and ugly and still feel homesick. My friend Jenine says this goes away after a year because you either accept it or move back. My aunt Brig said, that once she left NYC she couldn't take the NYC out of her heart- Once a New Yorker forever a New Yorker.
I feel stuck in a box, where no one goes outside and no one leaves their little boxes. For our morning coffee date, we look at the wall or at our box for our cars. If we look out our front windows, there's nobody there. We used to have coffee and watch all kinds of things, the guy with the arthritic dog, the daycare lady welcoming families at the crack of dawn, the CTA special assistance bus pick up the lady for work, and then the compulsive guy with his car wiping, and wiping, and wiping, and wiping... man, he could make that cobalt blue shine!No one is out, they all sneak in and out of our cars and garages. Where is everybody?! What do they do all day?! Why are people so closed off?!
And jesus christ, why do suburban folks love bright lights!!! Even in a YOGA class!! I don't get it.
I continue to be upset that the new restaurant cannot dim lights, pass a salt and pepper shaker together, and just put out wooden cutouts of frosty next to each table while they serve organic local fare. There is no ambience, there is a lacking attention to the things that feel good, to me. Noah asks, why I give a shit. I think it is because I want to like it here but I really don't. What did I do? What did I do?