The biggest adjustment I’ve had to get used to is the use of cars in this small city. Everyone drives everywhere. My co-workers continually give me funny looks when I ride my bike to work.
“Why waste gas?” I ask.
“Don’t you get cold? Driving is so easy!” they reply.
Never mind that I’m still one of only a few of my friends from home who even owns a car, and that I can hardly afford groceries—let alone a tank of gas.
It’s like I said to Celia on that day shortly after we moved in. “I don’t think we’re in Brooklyn anymore.”
Photo of downtown Saratoga Springs courtesy of John Davis
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