It was an odd thing today.
I FINALLY drove 20 minutes to Time Warner Cable to make some account changes which is not unlike an act of Congress. I’ll not bore you with details here. Trust me.
So, once I got there, it was really a lovely experience. Take a number…sit in a comfy chair…watch tv (or not). The lady who helped me was very good and it was all fine until I realized I had to come back. She and I figured out that I should probably make these changes in a month. So she just said come back in May. She saw my address. She needed it for account verification (they are very thorough). My response might have seemed odd. I gently checked into maybe getting it all taken care of today…while I was here…all the way out at 119th street? That wasn’t going to work.
Here is the thing…my world is very small.
But…
I am absolutely a city girl.
I think this is strange…this combination.
I like to live and work and explore and create and enjoy life in a pretty small sphere most of the time.
And yet…my 30 minute commute to work feels like a grand adventure.
I love to find beauty in the grit and raw bones of the Kansas City that has been for a very long time.
I feel most comfortable where some feel unsafe I think.
Subdivisions where all the houses look alike cause me to lose my place.
So, anyway…
The big city girl…in her small little world…
Has 30 days to prepare for another trip to the cable company.
Did I mention I don’t watch tv?