Once upon a time a California and/or England girl moved to a small(ish) town in Texas. This city was Abilene. While the girl enjoyed her friends, she was always quick to complain about various aspects of this small Texas town:
“There’s nothing to do.”
“I have to drive two and a half hours to go to a good concert.”
“This place has too many conservatives.”
“I have to get up early (9:00) tomorrow.”
“It takes months for independent or foreign film to get to Century Theater.”
Etcetera on the bitching and complaining.
NEWS FLASH
That girl was me.
That girl was spoiled.
As you know, I live in Ruidoso, New Mexico now. “New Mexico,” you might think to yourself, “That’s a cool place. Culture. Political views of all sorts. Art. Other such things.”
But you are mistaken!
I live in RUIDOSO.
“So?! Ruidoso is a beautiful place! Mountains! Leisure! Lakes!”
That you are right about. But, my friend, the list of goodies ends there.
New complaints:
There’s even LESS to do. Everything closes at five. There are approximately ten young people who live here.
I had to drive two and a half hours to get to the ONE concert that has come in the near vicinity in the past year. [Friday night: El Paso: Bloody Beetroots]
Ruidoso is Texas with a beautiful view. Most of the population of this town is Texans who visited to their mountain getaway and never returned to the Big State. Somehow, by leaving their homeland, they became even more conservative and hostile toward other views.
I have to get up at 7:00. Every day.
No independent or foreign films EVER come here. In fact, nothing but kid movies featuring a dog come here. Three screens. Playing Marley and Me, Hotel for Dogs, and Bride Wars. I know that Bride Wars isn’t about dogs, but still. I have to drive an hour to get to a theater that plays normal movies like Pineapple Express and Burn After Reading.
UGGGGHHHHH.
All that to say, I’m sorry Abilene. You were an okay place.
All that to say, California here I come. For good. In only 42 days.
I start my “trial run” for a second job on Monday….
At a new vegetarian café downtown. I hate being new at jobs, but when you are restless in spirit, mind, and body, it’s inevitable to frequently experience the fluster and insecurity of a first day of work. I’ll just have to deal with it, because working a lousy 20 hours a week isn’t going to cut it.
In other news I’m picking my mom up at the bus depot in 2.5 hours!! It has been a while —maybe a first —that I’ll get an entire week of my marme all to myself. Our alone time in the past was usually on the traditional skip-school-and-hang-out-once-a-month (a great tradition) or when we took a sailing course together right here in Santa Barbara.
In the meantime I’ll occupy myself with what I’ve been doing all morning: sitting with Kingsley while eating hybrid mangos and reading Angel of Grozny … and maybe rewatch that one teamellen video. I found them on twitter first.. and it’s a bit loud, but also pretty adorable. And inspiring. And makes me wish I had thought of it before them. Lara, what should we youtube about doing until we get what we want? err.. Xuxa? Bonnie Hunt?
why on earth has this not been posted before??
i miss pepper ann… and sister.
screaming schizdancin lashing lights
lovely lykke li
[daniela]
a week of
old fashioned fun
a week of
adventure
a week of
sexual innuendo
