My life in the village
I've got to move back to a larger city.
I've lived here in ET for nearly five years. It's a pleasant enough community: Quiet, friendly, safe. I never have to lock up my car or my house, which is nice. The schools are good, I like all of my daughter's friends, and the people here are friendly.
I can't wait to get the hell out of here.
ET is not a place where you can disappear, or be alone, or be anonymous. In a large city, you can go places alone, or stay cooped up at home, and no one gives your situation any thought. Here in ET, if you're invited to a function or a gathering, you're expected to show up. If you don't make it, or even politely decline ahead of time, people want to know why. Most times the answer would be, "Because I didn't fucking feel like it," but that's not the kind of response that goes over well in places like ET.
If you haven't been seen out or about in a day or two, the neighbors drop by to see if you're okay. "I'm fine. Really. I just haven't felt like putting on my social face and making sappy, neighborly talk for your benefit." Again, not the kind of response that is looked upon as polite.
ET is also not the place where you want to make any significant life changes, at least without putting a fucking notice in the paper. My house went on the market a couple of months ago because I'm divorcing my husband. Conversations with a few of my neighbors went something like this:
NEIGHBOR: Oh, you're selling your house? (Which would be why the big FOR SALE sign is posted in the lawn.)
ME: Yeah, I think I'll be moving back to ....Milwaukee.......
NEIGHBOR: Why are you selling the house? (My husband hasn't been around for a while. Should I just tell this guy to mind his own business?)
ME: John and I are getting divorced. He moved out and I can't afford to keep it on my own.
NEIGHBOR: Awww.... I'm so sorry to hear that.
It's at this point I become uncomfortably aware that the neighbor in question assumes that my husband has left me for another woman, as he now lives in another state with another woman... I can see the pity in his face. Oh, that poor lady. Her husband abandoned her for someone else. Do I bother to tell him that I was the one who dumped his ass? Not that it matters. Do I actually give a shit about what this guy thinks? Why do I feel defensive about it? Fuck it. I let it go, say "thanks," or something equally as obtuse, and get the hell away from the conversation as quickly as possible.
I guess I should mention somewhere that for months now, my terminally unemployed best friend of 30+ years, who has gone through cancer, surgeries and chemo, and who lost her home along most of her worldly possessions and a good portion of her sanity, has been staying with me; she's currently living in my garage with her cat. Mind you, this is not in an apartment above my garage, but on a blow-up bed where my car should be parked. Because her cat was pissing in my house (that I'm trying to sell -- the pervasive smell of cat urine not being high on the selling points list), I relocated him to the garage while my BF was in a mental hospital. She can't bear to sleep in the house with central air, in her own room, in a comfortable double bed, while kitty hangs out in the garage. (He seemed to be enjoying himself out there while Mommy was away.) Mercifully, even the nosiest of neighbors hasn't been plucky enough to inquire about that situation. In a larger city, I don't know that the neighbors would even notice my Kooky Kat Lady, but it's glaringly obvious here.
Of course, if BF stayed in the house, then people would likely assume that my husband left me for another woman because I'm a lesbian.
Attempting to date while living in ET is more work than it ought to be. There are a few bars here in the village that may offer an opportunity to meet someone, but I'm not too excited about the idea of going to a bar alone to meet inebriated guys. Bringing the BF with me just makes the evening twice as expensive, and five times the adventure. Other than the Electric Railroad Museum (no thanks), there are no cultural attractions where I could possibly meet a single man. So, when I do get out on a date, it's usually somewhere that's a 30-60 minute drive for me, as there's not much to do in ET. I can forget catching a buzz while I'm out, because, again, I'm usually a 30-60 minute drive from home and I don't especially feel like going to jail or committing vehicular manslaughter on my way home. So, I don't go out as much as I'd like, living here in ET.
Eventually the house will sell, my daughter will be away to college, BF will have found a job and her own place, and I will move back to the city. There, I will have more of a social life when I want, can live the life of a hermit when it suits me, will have better opportunities to meet men, the neighbors won't notice, or at least feel the need to comment on, everything that goes on in my world, and I can be anonymous at times. Then I'll have a new set of things to bitch about. I can't wait.
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