So as I was reading everybody’s blogs I decided that I should try it out, so here I am not even knowing what to write about…just so everyone knows, I am not a writer, I hated writing any sort of paper in school, and when I did it was always returned to me covered in red ink saying I didn’t put a comma in the right spot or whatever…so…nobody laugh at all the errors I am about to make. 
When I was a teenager growing up in Idaho, I always said “When I graduate and move out of my parents house, I am moving to a big city where there is lots of things to do and stay out all night long and have fun with my friends…” well when I graduated I moved out and ended up in Rexburg, Idaho, not really my plan, but I did have a lot fun and met my hubby there, so it was great. I soon got my wish and moved with my hubby to Portland, a big city with lots of good shopping (with no sales tax) and loved it.
Almost 5 years has gone by and we have lived in many big cities, right now we are in Indianapolis, and I am really missing Rexburg, I miss the safe feeling about it, knowing that I can leave my doors and windows open and I won’t be bothered or spied on. I’m not saying we live in a really scary part of town, it’s actually really nice, but we got a note by our mailbox saying that an unknown male was seen looking in people’s windows and standing on their patio’s, I kinda freaked out cause I am on the first floor with a patio…and then a few days ago someone’s apartment got broken into, I now keep my doors locked at all times. Then last night Vince calls me about a murder in the area that he’s in, he was only 2 blocks away, I watched the news to find out a little more and also heard that a body was found inside a car that was parked in the neighborhood……I’m not a big fan of living the big city life anymore!!
sleepyfrog76 said,
May 1, 2007 @ 10:40 pm
I’ve always been a fan of the city, too. Ches and I have lived in some ghetto areas, and one of the worst was when we were here in AZ the first time. I got used to locking my doors and hearing the police sirens and the drug traffic that went to our upstairs neighbors. Then we moved to Preston (Whitney, actually) and our house was in the middle of a cow field. I was more scared there than anywhere else in my life! All i could think was A) someone could murder me and no one would hear me scream and B) cows are really big and scary, especially the bull that gets out quite a bit. I swear to you, the cows stood outside my bedroom window, breathing heavily and snorting while I was trying to sleep! I’m happier in the city.