It turns out when I say you should come back here and read something the next day that I really mean in a couple of days. I'm admitting to you that if I don't write something down or do it immediately (10 seconds later) that I'm going to forget. I must remember to do things as soon as I say I will.
That brings me to the last post, Memories of Home - Part I, I do remember what I was thinking and feeling when we moved to Maryland (Centreville!) from New Castle, Delaware. I was absolutely less than thrilled.
I had never been the new girl before and as it turns out it sucked. Not only was it horrible being the new girl at school, but outside of the school walls it wasn't that great either.
One of the first things I noticed about living in the country is the absence of 7-Eleven stores and the inability to reach any store without having to get in a car (or spend about an hour on a bicycle). The first time... uh, for that matter the second and third times as well, I asked my mother to take me to the store she said no. She was not about to drive "all the way back into town" to take me to the store.