When Joy and I went to Manhattan, I was not invisible. People visited with us in lines, in restaurants, in museums--whereever we went. It was great. (Of course it was Christmas season and two months after 9/11.)
In suburbia there are few outdoor restaurants. People tend to socialize with family and a few old friends. We get up, go to work, come home, cook super, watch tv, go to bed. And the cycle repeats day after day. One can add a little volunteering and chauffeuring a child to all of her activities. We are distrustful of strangers on the street. We don't strike up conversations with people sitting next to us in restaurants--there must be an unwritten rule.
I wanted the Manhattan experience. But on a teacher's pay it was not possible. I dreamed of winning the lottery. Seven years passed and nothing changed.
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