We are acclimating to living in California. (Not that southern California is so hard to acclimate to.) Our town is a pleasant place to live; pleasant weather, pretty surroundings, and strip mall after strip mall after strip mall after strip mall. You can't go more than twenty feet without hitting another strip mall, and remarkably, most of the retail space in each strip mall is fully rented; there are few empty storefronts. There are three Targets within 2 miles of my house.
Regardless, I still have this feeling of....unreality...about living here. Like I don't really LIVE here, I'm just here visiting with all my stuff, in a really messy house. I live here, but its not home. It feels temporary. I once worked with a colleague who relocated from California to New Jersey, but her partner stayed behind in California for work. She had lived in New Jersey for two years, and mentioned how she just didn't feel that she had moved to NJ, that she was still a California resident. I thought that was weird at the time--you live someplace for two years and you haven't moved there?--but now I understand exactly how she felt. I don't have that feeling of here is my home. On the other hand, I've only been here two weeks.
It looks different here. I've lived most of my life in suburban New Jersey. As an adult nearly all the towns I lived in had a New England-ish feel to them, with homes dating to the 1600s and large housing stock of older homes. Clapboard housing and lots of deciduous trees.
Here....there are palm trees. I don't know why this freaks me out so much, but it does. The sky feels bigger. The roads are bigger. "Little" main roads in our town are THREE LANES WIDE in each direction. My entire town seems to be row after row of builder-grade stucco kinda-Mediterranean style homes and apartment complexes.
I always get a jolt of surprise when I go out of our development and get a full glimpse of the landscape. There are mountains to the right and mountains to the left. Big mountains. Snow-capped mountains. It looks exactly what I think New Mexico should look like. I'm living in the West! And I am weirded out by that.
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I have become an avid recycler in less than two weeks. I now recycle every conceivable thing in my kitchen that I can. Why, you ask?
Well, when I lived in NJ (yes, shut up, Lisa, you used to live in NJ! WE KNOW! I've become that old guy who tells the same three war stories about his time in Korea), I lived in towns where the municipalities provided trash services, and you did not have to pay a monthly fee for it. Then, last year we moved to Westfield, and had to pay for trash service from La Cosa Nostra a private company. There were four trash companies to choose from, and the cost was about $45 a month. They would even pick it up from the back of the house, I didn't have to take the trash cans out to the curb.
Flash forward to two weeks ago, when we moved in, and I had hundreds of cardboard boxes and dozens of trash bags of packing paper.
My new town does not provide sanitation services. Trash here is also provided by a private company. ONE private company. This company charges $11 per month to pick up my trash. Not terribly expensive. However, I do not have the choice to take my business elsewhere if I don't want to use them.
This trash company will pick up ONE trash can full of trash. (And one full of recycling.)
ONE TRASH CAN.
The garbage truck is automated. There is one guy who drives the truck. He pulls up along side the curb, where I have placed my dainty, petite trash can (with the appropriately color-coded top) handle side out according to the very explicit rules, two pincers come out of the garbage truck and grab my trash can, and it is upended into the top of the garbage truck. If I leave additional trash on the curb, a) the HOA lady will come tell me off, and 2) the garbage truck will drive away, leaving those bags on the curb. No extra trash allowed! That garbageman doesn't get out of the cab for garbage!
If you load up your minivan with your extra trash and take it to the dump yourself, the dump will charge you $50 to throw it away.
Accordingly, I have become that woman yelling shrilly at her family "what's wrong with you people WE RECYCLE get that milk carton out of the trash!!!! Have you no shame? Be a good steward of the earth!!!"
It may have cost me more money to have Uncle Junior pick up my trash but he took whatever I put out and didn't give me an attitude about it.
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Have you moved every 18 months for the last ten years? If yes, how do you go about making the new place feel like home? Tips for meeting your neighbors when you have never ever seen a single person alive in your development? (Zombies live here.) The guy across the street has the General Lee up on blocks in his driveway, but aside from knocking on his door and professing our shared love of the Dukes of Hazard, I haven't met too many people here.