small town life.

currently- i'm in a very very very small town (population ~11, 000) at the edge of Oregon and Idaho. i'm here for work. i don't think i'd ever choose to visit this place voluntarily. i'm only here for the week, i arrived on sunday but it feels like an eternity already. my first day at the clinic i am working at here, a lady asked me to have lunch with her. she said, "i'm going to the co-op to get a fresh salad, want to come with?" at this point, i had only seen the town at night and it didn't seem like much so i took her up on the offer and we drove off in her car. she told me she needed to run a few errands first, "okay" i said, i was already in the car. we stopped at the bank, then at the gas station. we used the drive-thru at the bank, and she told me to get out of the car at the gas station. we go inside and i realize: the fresh salad we're getting is from the gas station. don't get me wrong, i have nothing against gas stations or eating at them. but it wasn't what i expected. afterwards we were going to head back to the clinic when she said "let me give you a tour of the land" and i responded with "we only have about 15 minutes", "that's more than enough," she said. so i saw it all, monday the 14th of september between 12:44pm and 12:59pm. now i want to go back home. i'm not about the small town life. being here makes me so so so grateful i grew up in a city. it almost makes me a little sad at the thought of anyone living here for more than a week.

if you wondering, the gas station salad was the best thing i've eaten here so far. i need to go back soon.