While Dorothy discovered that “there’s no place like home” in The Wizard of Oz, I have discovered that being back in my hometown is, for lack of a better word, weird. Fremont, California is, to me, just as strange and foreign as the land of Oz was for Dorothy, and I confess that I feel strange and foreign myself in this place.
It’s only been a week since my arrival and I’m glad I’m back to see my Grandpa and the rest of my family but most of the time I just feel like I’m in suburban hell. I’m really just not made to live outside of big cities. Things don’t make sense to me here. Why is everything so far away that it requires me to drive a car? How come the city buses go nowhere useful? Why must I risk life and limb each time I try to bike somewhere on my younger cousin’s bike simply because people here don’t know how to share the road with bikers? How come there isn’t a basket on her bike for me to put my purse? =)
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with living in suburbia, it’s just that I can’t do it. I get far too bored.
I’ll be in Fremont until the 1st of July so if anyone’s in town, let me know and we’ll catch up!
© Connie Hum 2009