Culture Shock Day 36 or The Joys of Cabin Fever

One of the most difficult things about moving from the city back to the middle of nowhere is the astounding amount of nothing to do outside of the house.  There’s a lot of nature, which is interesting if you don’t mind the temperatures in the teens.

I mind the temperatures in the teens, for the record.

I’ve always been something of an indoor cat.  No really, it’s a surprise I know.  What with all the…video games I play.  And shows I watch.  So cabin fever is kind of a way of life.  Only in the winter there’s a certain element of “whether you like it or not” attached.

The trip to Charlotte and back took longer than expected so it turned into spending a night in a motel room before the drive back, which still left everyone a little drained and needing an extra day to recharge.  So it’s been especially easy to lose a day or two to watching Tangled and lots of Archer and powering through a couple of levels on Borderlands 2.  I’m almost through my first playthrough, which puts me around halfway to original max level.  Which will easily take another full playthrough plus some DLC before I even get into either Ultimate Vault Hunter packs.  And inevitably I will get sucked into one of the four Bethesda games that call to me from the bookshelf.   Plus every major copy of the Assassin’s Creed series is actually in the house so I could go back through all of them.  Plus the hundreds of books, the gigabytes of movies and shows…yeah no I think I’m set.  And we have card games and candles for when the power goes out.

It’s not a bad place if you don’t mind not being able to get to places without more than a 15-minute drive.  One of the first things you learn up here is the importance of stocking reserves of things.  Like a spare carton of cigarettes.  Even if they’re the cheapest cigarettes you can find.  Because two days into a four-day snow-in, any cigarette is a good cigarette.

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All my life I was told that I could be anything I wanted. I chose to be gracious for my blessings, generous with my fortunes, and in no particular hurry. I view my ADD as an alternative cognitive configuration rather than a disorder, and I never. shut. the fuck. up. I promise.
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