If you read my last blog post, you know that I recently moved. I’ve moved many, many, MANY times, but this time was the most drastic change and the hardest worked for.
After 10 years and about a hundred thousand dollars in expenses and mortgage payments, I was able to sell this June. YAY! I was even able to make some money on the sale (Thanks Dave! Sorry I panicked and tried to convince you to lower the price. You were right, I was wrong… you are smart and I’m stupid.)
We ended up having to replace the entire sewer line. It was incredibly expensive and stressful… after our 2nd sewage back up in 2 weeks of purchase. Thanks to Dave we were able to use the proceeds to pay for it. I never realized how exhilarating flushing a toilet without fear could be. Who knew?
Nothing to see here. This is all totally normal.
We moved from Worcester to a country town about a half hour outside the city. I wouldn’t call it a suburb. It’s a working class area that has been hard hit by the continuous loss of working class jobs. I like to think we are doing our part for the community having immediately injected about 30K into the local economy through our many post-move catastrophes. You’re welcome!
Makin’ it Rain! Until the money is gone… so… now.
Worcester is the 2nd largest city in New England. It’s known for its booming restaurant and art scenes, and also for a lot of crime and deteriorating schools. I always liked the city, and I will continue to visit often.
New-Town is different. I told a friend before we left that we were moving with the hillbillies, but that’s ok because I’m a former hillbilly and still speak fluent hillbilly. He responded “It’s Massachusetts hillbillies, so…”. True. Massachusetts hillbillies are… different. I’ve also noticed that the distinction between a hillbilly and a redneck appears to have disappeared post-Trump Presidency. Or maybe it was before and I just wasn’t paying close enough attention? At this point I’m unable to self-describe. Am I a current or former hillbilly? Current or former redneck? I’m just going to check off all of the boxes and call it a day. TBH that’s probably accurate.
Immediately I noticed that everyone here is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Seriously, almost every single person. Other options appear to be gym shorts that basketball players wear and pajamas. As people came to the house to help us with various service needs, I tried to wear the jeans and t-shirt uniform, so as not to be discovered as a city slicker who’s too big for my britches. It seemed to work! Mostly.
Things NOT to do if you want to go undetected:
- Wear all black
- Wear $400 Burberry Sunglasses (even if you bought them at a silent auction for charity. That actually makes it worse)
- Take down the American flag the prior owner left on the house
- Go for walks wearing matching fitness clothing
- Carry Trader Joe’s Bags into the house during daylight hours
- Resting Bitch Face
- Mention politics, even in passing
- Read a book in public (unless it’s to children)
- Ask what kind of bourbon/wine a restaurant has, just order Makers’ Mark/House Merlot
- Do not blare “Straight Outta Compton” because you love it or because it’s ironic
- Tell the sewer line replacement guy “fine whatever it costs” after getting a $10,700 quote.
- Complain about only having 25K in your 401k at age 45 (Hint: A lot of people have NONE, k miss fancy pants city slicker?!)
Things TO do if you want to go undetected:
- Forget you have bed slippers on when you go to pick up Applebee’s take out and go in anyway
- Be very clear that you have dogs and love all dogs
- Ask people about their lives even if they are cleaning sewage from your basement
- Smile when people walk by
- Don’t cover up your tattoo(s)
- Sigh really loudly when you say you left Worcester to point out how relieved you are
- Mow the lawn with a push mower
- Wait a year to buy a snow blower. Not just because you’re out of money but as further evidence that you aren’t a damn fat cat city slicker
- Get supplies at Walmart. It’s cheap. It’s 5 minutes away. Target is an hour away, get over it.
- Hide your mosquito magnet, even though you want to tell everyone about it.
- Eat all of your DQ fries before you even get back home (less than a 2 minute drive)
- Stare at your garbage disposal in wonder every time you use it… this thing is magical!
Dear mosquito magnet. I love you so…
There are awesome things here like tons of farms where you can buy fresh food. We went grocery shopping last night and couldn’t bring ourselves to buy tomatoes and eggs at Big Y (no offense Big Y you’re awesome buddy!) because we knew we could get them fresh from a local farm. We also found a farm that has milk and a bunch of pre-made stuff right from their place like shepards pie, pulled pork and chicken pot pie. Take that Worcester!
I will admit that when I take my daughter into the city for her voice lessons we stock pile Chinese take-out to bring back to our hillbilly Shangri-La.
When the take out lady at Nancy Chang asks if you’re having a party because your order is for like 20 people and there are only 2 of you standing there…
So far we are happy here. I feel most comfortable living in a working class community. That’s not a huge surprise considering that’s how I grew up. I feel like I can be myself… even with the Burberry Sunglasses. I can adjust to wearing all black only SOME of the time and can definitely get used to DQ fries and fresh eggs. Resting bitch face may be harder to let go since it’s… well…. My face.
One thing though…. Is it me or is this landscaping at the local cemetery WAYYYY too creepy. What the frig is happening with the corpses in that cemetery? What is happening to them that would make them cry out for help in this insanely disturbing way?
Nothing creepier than all hell going on here.
Dear readers… have I waited long enough to post about politics or are we ready for some real talk?