Small Town Research Paper

I had lived in California in a big city, and for one thing, I was accustomed to all the things that big cities in California provided. I moved from the “golden state” to the “Hoosier state, ” and I have to say that these people have a “Hoosier state of mind.” Another consideration was that the ideas of small towns are somewhat rural, unsophisticated, and slow moving if I had to describe it. Not that I like a complicated life filled with complex challenges at every turn, but there are things, amenities if you will, that small town in Indiana do not offer. Lastly, while I appreciate tradition and the small-town way of life, it was a jolt to my consciousness to relocate to a place where when you ask if they have Wi-Fi they look at you as if you …show more content…
I liked the small, family-owned restaurants of the small town, but if you asked them if you could have a latte, they asked if you wanted fries with it. I experienced some problems with my laptop, so I went to the local electronics shop hoping that they could repair it without having to send the laptop away somewhere. I asked around if there was a Radio Shack, and they said there used to be one out by the edge of the town, but they closed it after the war. The “television repair shop” had parts and skeletons of ancient tube televisions scattered about on old wooden benches, as if they were still being worked on, except that the dust on everything was too heavy to see very much of the tubes. The television repair people were helpful after the grandson of the owner came in to look at the laptop, which, of course, took two days. They are not in a hurry in the small town, and I had a hard time getting accustomed to the slow …show more content…
The pace of life in California was just fast enough, and small-town Indiana was just too slow. There were too many things that I missed. There was no Starbucks to go to get a latte, hook into the Wi-Fi and surf the internet. There was a book shop, but it was limited in what it carried, and the only newspaper in town that was from a large city was the Chicago Tribune, as if you went far enough north, you could get to Chicago. Even a trip to Chicago every few months could not bring me out of the depression. In fact, going to Chicago only made me more depressed, because I could only have the things I enjoy for a limited time; I knew I would miss it, and that made me more depressed.
The frustration gradually built up as the slow pace began to frustrate me. I did not want to be a hateful, spiteful person, but I could not tolerate all the businesses in town closing because there was a high-school basketball game on Friday nights. I could drive to a bigger town, but the roads were two-lane country roads, and the nearest interstate highway was almost an hour drive away. The small-town mentality began to creep into my consciousness. I began to question why there were cups of coffee that cost six dollars, and why everything in life was in such a

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