The past two years I’ve lived about 10-15 minutes from the city (Washington, D.C.). But this past weekend.. I moved back to suburbia. I am now about 30-45 minutes away from the city. And it’s weird.
I am back near my hometown – and while familiar – it is a bit uncomfortable. It’s not to say I wasn’t out here often, because I was – visiting friends and family. I just never imagined myself living out here again.
Why did I move out here again? Because me big goal of traveling the world more. Rent is an expensive thing – especially in the D.C. area – so now I’m living with my sister and her family, paying only a fraction of what I paid in rent before – and planning on saving money toward my traveling goals.
But this is a huge sacrifice for me. I am out of my element again. And my commute is much to be desired.
As I was commuting in to work this morning – the differences of where I have lived the past two years and where I have been living now for the past few days were very apparent. The rat race for some reason is much more evident – men and women (middle-aged and most married) in their suits and briefcases – all like hamsters – just performing the same routine each morning and each day. Am I to be one of them? I hope not.
I was in the grocery store this evening and it was quiet, not crowded, and HUGE. And I was hard-pressed to see any twenty-somethings in there along with me. It was a bit disconcerting how out of my element I am.
I’m not necessarily complaining (I hope) but this type of living is going to get some getting used to.
Sorry for the rambling. 
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