1100 Miles From Home

Change.

Drastic change.

Let me paint a picture for you.

You live in a urban area. Over 4 million people across 2 of the US's largest cities, and all the suburbs in between. You've lived here all your life, save for a few years when you were younger. This is home, this is comfort. Summers can easily see temperatures of 110F, and winters might see 30F. On a really, really cold day. Traffic is nothing new or surprising, small talk between strangers doesn't exist, and when someone asks "How are you?" it's not because they care, it's because it's an obligation. Sad, but true. It's a concrete jungle out there, and it's your playground.

Change.

Move 1100 miles away to a "metro area" (if it can even be called that, you scoff). Population 200,000 of the area. Go 20 minutes any direction and hit vast farmland. Highways are never congested, even during rush hour. Asking "How ya doin'?" yields a life story. Strangers greet one another without necessity. Summers here peak at 90F on the hottest days, and winters will drop to 20F below. Easy.

Hi there. My name is Melissa, and I just moved from the DFW Metroplex to Fargo, North Dakota. In case you aren't aware, DFW = Dallas/Fort Worth. Metroplex IS, in fact, copyrighted. One thing I've learned so far is you can't tell someone you're from DFW. They don't know what it means. Only "Dallas" or "North Texas" will be met with recognition.

This road may be bumpy, but here's to hoping not too many u-turns will be necessary. Asking for none is just asking for too much!

Note: That is not my vehicle, but my boyfriends. As nice and reliable as the Ranger is... I'm a Mazda girl!