I’m writing this from the Western edge of North Dakota. It makes me uncomfortable to be here.
Now, I completely, 100 percent respect anyone who chooses to work off the land. I know some people love the rural life.
I’m not one of them.
Rural areas scare me. I feel safer around people. I feel most secure with the conveniences of a big city around me.
I grew up in the suburbs. The nearest grocery store from our house was a 15-minute drive. If we forgot something, it was kind of a pain in the ass. Similarly, when we rented movies from Blockbuster, it was taking on an additional errand. (God bless Netflix). So what do you do when the nearest town is 60+ miles away?
I have no idea.
I often wondered that when I worked as a reporter in a small town. What if I get a run in my tights? There’s no store here for me to pick up another pair. At that time, I lived in Olympia, the nearest big-ish city and commuted to the small town.
I liked my neighborhood in Seattle. Safeway, Fred Meyer, a number of bars, coffee shops, a yoga studio,even the library were an easy walk from my apartment.
In New York, of course, everything except Target was convenient.