Dontcha Know?

It's been a week since I moved away from Montana, into my new place, and started my new job.  Here are some things I've learned about my new little (and I stress little) town:

• People here smile a lot, even when you don't know them.
• I forgot what humidity feels like.  Yuck.
• I am only twenty miles away from the Wyoming border, but people still have accents and it cracks me up.  "You just go owt-side and then done-stairs in the state of Sow-th Dah-kotah . . ." 
• I only "know", like, 5 people and "know of" absolutely no one.  This is strange to me.  I know it will get better and I should enjoy this time, but I am impatient.  Which leads me to #5 . . .
• I miss my Montana friends, co-workers, and acquaintances a lot. 
• I work on a dry campus.  This kinda blows my mind out of it's socket.
• I was recently at a picnic and we used corn-based, biodegradable utensils and Styrofoam plates.  Hmmm?  This would blow the minds of the yuppies up in Bozeman right out of their sockets.
• I have given up the smell of crisp, new books for the smell of old (we're talking mid to late 1800's, old) books and I LOVE it!
• I eat at the salad bar in the Student Union Building, have a card that looks like my old student ID card (only this one says staff), and I have a roommate.  I feel like I am in college again--only I can't wear my PJ pants to work.
• Things are not better or worse here, just different--which is just the way I like it.  Plus, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts are coming to Deadwood this month.  Oh, hell yes.

Much Luv,
Nik