Most of the time, the move seems to have not really happened. It's like I have a new house, but I still live in Tewksbury. I work in my house, so I don't get out much. And really, things aren't so different here. But occasionally, I will see a sign that reminds me I'm not in Tewksbury any more. I'll summarize.
Signs at the entrance to an interstate reading "No pedestrians or slow moving farm vehicles."
The RMV is the BMV.
No deposit, No returns.
Rush hour lasts about 10 minutes.
I bought wine at Walmart. And it wasn't half bad.
And the number one indicator that we aren't in Tewksbury anymore:
We went to a sports bar for lunch today. The football game was on. The bar was fairly full for a Saturday afternoon at 1pm. Every one was dressed in red, with Buckeyes logos on everything. Some people were wearing necklaces-red and white beads and then these huge brown beads. The brown beads were actually buckeyes (not the chocolate type).
And, yes, they had corn hole tables there.
The children have not yet picked up the twang (and don't let DH tell you they don't have one here), but I suspect that Lastborn will be able to turn a great twang by Christmas.
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