Thus coming back to my dozy hometown was a cultural shock in reverse.
|Ugly tree, blocking an ugly view.|
|Bridge. Connecting bleak with ugly since 1949.|
As cultural shocks are wont to do, it will wear off. I will remember why I survived - and for the most part liked - living here for 18 years. I will move on: the second I land a job I'm off. I will go back to view my hometown with ironic distance; a fondness born out of years of having had to deal with benefits and disadvantages of small town life, and then years escaping it. I've become a city girl.
|This is a rather transparent attempt of adding the compulsory "positive" at the end of an otherwise negative post.|