When I moved here a couple of years ago it seemed I was the only girl wearing a suit. Honestly.
Not to mention the heels, the chunky jewelry and oversized designer bag.
Why would I notice such trivial things? Well, I'll explain.
In my previous life I was a successful fashion merchandiser travelling around the globe, staying in top-notch hotels, dining in gourmet restaurants and enjoying all the perks my high-flying career offered. So what happened? How come I ended up in this sleepy town where bleached jeans, heavy-soled boots and flannel shirts are considered the height of fashion? And not only for the guys.
Not to mention the heels, the chunky jewelry and oversized designer bag.
Why would I notice such trivial things? Well, I'll explain.
In my previous life I was a successful fashion merchandiser travelling around the globe, staying in top-notch hotels, dining in gourmet restaurants and enjoying all the perks my high-flying career offered. So what happened? How come I ended up in this sleepy town where bleached jeans, heavy-soled boots and flannel shirts are considered the height of fashion? And not only for the guys.
Truth is, I got sick. Very, very sick. My company didn't like sick people to represent them, even though I had done a tremendous job and all the clients liked and respected me. I didn't wait for them to give me the sack. Instead I upped sticks and moved to the country to start all over again. Not unlike Marin Frist in Men in Trees. ;-) (Too bad they axed the show after only two seasons.)
Anyway, I'm sure I'm not the only big city girl that has moved to a small town and it's not as bad as it initially seemed. More on this in my next posts -
got to feed the cat.
P.S. - from big city to small town in the country: what's your excuse?
Anyway, I'm sure I'm not the only big city girl that has moved to a small town and it's not as bad as it initially seemed. More on this in my next posts -
got to feed the cat.
P.S. - from big city to small town in the country: what's your excuse?
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My excuse? My Wife brought me here. I used to make lots of money but the stress of big city was getting to both of us, and her company offered her a sweet job in a small town. We decided, and thankfully I married a smart woman, that big towns mean longer commute and higher stress. Now I commute less that 10 miles a day. We think about and miss the busy large cities, but then, when you go take a walk in your small neighborhood and feel how quiet it is... you know you're home...
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