I want my life back!
Macaroons, I cannot survive when I have to drive 45 minutes to the nearest decent bookstore (& it’s a chain). There is no place to get a cupcake or a crappy cup of coffee within a 30 mile radius. Films are never released down here. The nearest major airport is an hour away. Most people here consider Walmart actual shopping. It’s killing me. KILLING ME!
Craving city life…
The more time passes, the less
I care which city.
Summer may be just
heating up, however time
is running out fast.
Stolen kisses &
photographs, undeveloped
tumble. Soon, leaves too.
Love is a tadpole-
grows to a frog, swallows lots
of flies, slowly dies.
I hear ya! I went from Seattle to NYC to a small town. I’ve always wanted to write a book or blog called surviving a small town. I’m sure I can’t be the only one.