Err...oops!!! It's a bit like Pleasantville. I feel a constant urge to roll home pissed and leave furniture in the front garden. Actually come to think of it I did that stuff before we moved here so maybe it's not so bad. Ironically it is faster to get into the city than it used to be where we lived before so it must be psychological. I think the difference is that whereas I could bike everywhere and drink in any one of about 10 pubs before walking home, now I have to jump in the car. Also, for the first time in my life I feel like a minority. ALL the neighbors are American and middle class. In Shadyside they were frequently foreign and/or colourful characters. Still...onwards and upwards. As Rob says....."it's still good to be us".
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