My life…not exactly the roller coaster ride people choose to read about. No, more like an aged wooden roller coaster set in Six Flags Great Adventure: “Rolling Thunder.” No flips. No seatbelts. Just a funny feeling in your stomach.
Let me set the scene: For the past 20 years, I have resided in the gigantic small town of Edison, New Jersey. While I lack in any true organized religious belief system, I cannot hesitate to say that I have been blessed to grow up in said overly suburban town. My friends are my family and my family is my soul, my heart, my head. While I maintain more than my share of unlucky times, I am truly a lucky person. Edison has given me a diverse community of wonderful people who have molded me into an accepting and logical person, while sharing the same compassion I value.
Aside from the assumed boredom of the burbs, the only negative of Edison, aka noside (North Edison/’Edison’ backwards), is that my socialization did not prepare me for the culture shock and character blows I received upon entering college in the rural town of Storrs, Connecticut.
These stories will soon unravel. Prepare for my artistic bitching and random thoughts.
