I'll start by saying I don't think this was ever a part of my plan for life. I mean, seriously (yes I consider this a sentence, don't despair you'll get used to it). You go to college because society scares you into thinking that if you don't, you'll end up living someplace awful, far, far away from P.F. Chang's (though it's really only 12.7 miles from here to Northpark).
I should follow by stating the fact that this place is far from awful. Yes, there are people living within very close proximity that are experiencing awful things, without much hope for improvement, but the locale isn't completely the reasoning behind that.
There are trees, hills, and many other things you find in Highland Park. (Highland Park is simply an example, I have never resided in HP.)
There are also junk yards, dilapidated warehouses, overgrown lots, boarded up houses, and much more. There are Payday Lenders ready to drop a 400% interest loan on anyone desperate enough to seek it out, or, anyone who can't (or chooses not to) understand the terms.
It's mostly quiet, save for the occasional serenade of pumping Norteno music that floats by seemingly every hour on the hour.
The insects are larger here. The flies go right for the inner ear canal every time. There is surely an Al-Qaeda training camp for flies nearby.
On the other hand, people here actually stand in their front yards and converse with their neighbors. This is a completely foreign concept to me. I like to have all of my interactions pre-planned, so I may struggle in this area for some time.
My hope is to update this blog once per week, sometimes more often, sometimes less. I'll always strive to keep it entertaining, and more importantly, honest.
It is time for us to head over to the local mecca of shopping that is Wal-Mart. Always low prices, always interesting clientele.
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