California Culture Shock

It takes me fifteen minutes just to get to the interstate from where we are staying, on a hill high enough that my ears pop every time we go into town. On the interstate it takes another 10-15 minutes to get to Costco, or Target, or wherever I’m headed (because, you know, I saved all my Christmas shopping for when I was ON VACATION). For a girl who lives in a walkable community, a couple miles from everything else she needs, having time for only one errand a day was not on the agenda.

Californians are not hospitable drivers. They don’t like to speed up or slow down to allow for your merging needs. They would much rather you slam on your breaks at the end of the on ramp to avoid running into the guard rail.

Also? For some reason, as I drive around Southern California in our rented Chevy Trail Blazer with tinted windows (it was cheaper than the minivan – I promise), I feel the need to listen to the pop and hip hop stations. What’s up with that? Is it a California thing? An SUV thing? Is it a tinted window thing? I don’t know, but I think Bryan will dig his ears out with a spoon if he has to hear Justin Timberlake in the car one. more. time.

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  1. Aaahhh… the freeways of Southern Cal…it was so odd to move to the midwest and never have to get on a freeway to get anywhere. I do have to say that having driven in Chicago, Chicago drivers are definitely ruder, faster, and more obnoxious plus the traffic is worse. The weather’s probably pretty nice though, huh?

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