Okay, so I never said the transition was going to be easy from private practice back to the public sector and I knew a small town would have its setbacks, but its on days like this I start to see the value of waiting before jumping head first into this.
I am residing in a newly built kit home, basically a bungalow on stilts with a million dollar view of the ocean; drawback is that I wonder where the building inspector was when it was commisioned. In the middle of a nap, I heard gushing under the house, worst of all its hot water from a pipe that has come apart. Luckily, there are plumbers on hand who are working on the house next door and are able to fix the problem ASAP. Bad luck is that a second hot water pipe decides to come apart at the joint after the plumber has knocked off for the day. All I can do now is turn the water pump and the main tap and wait the two days till Monday for someone to come and fix the problem. In the meantime, I shall be ferrying water up the stairs from the laundry for cooking and other essential purposes including the odd nature call situation.
Another thing about small towns, you can't find certain things that in the city you wouldn't think twice about having around the house. You see, when I packed to come here, I did not think of purchasing stick on hooks or double sided tape. I now have paintings I can't hang (and therefore are still in bubble wrap), picture frames gathering dust and lovable old wall clock my brother gave me for a childhood birthday that is still in the box. I also can't seem to find a location to get a decent bottle of wine without being the topic of conversation with everyone that meets me.
But hey, I wake up every morning and watch the sunrise and know its going to be a brighter day because I am optimistic that this city girl will learn to tolerateif not like the slow pace.
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