When I go to Houston, I’m bothered by the lack of recycling, the over-developed land, and the utter disregard for social responsibility. In Portland, you are required to recycle, and most stores have stopped carrying plastic shopping bags. Walking is a way of life during the summer, and many people I know make quite the effort to reduce waste of all manner. We’re not used to convenience here, and it’s not uncommon to have to drive several hours to see a doctor, dentist, or get your computer fixed. Driving is a privilege when you have to pay tolls on top of the gas prices, and sometimes where you go has no free parking, even in a suburban area.

I know now that I’m lucky to live in an actual town, with paved roads. I’m minutes from undeveloped land, and the land that is already developed is often housed in buildings that are more than a century old. I know people who have to burn wood to stay warm, and haul water out of wells during the summer. Or take a ferry 45 minutes to get to work.

So, visiting Houston is a mild culture shock for me now. Even Boston seems like a shining emerald city. I’m excited and nervous to move somewhere “bigger”, where I can have a full-time job. It’s going to be a rough adjustment when you get used to the quiet.