Living in a lonely world? Absolutely, you can call it Cheyenne Wyoming.
If you’re not Air Force, you barely belong here. You can be the best bartender with people asking for you night after night, or you can be the Canadian girl sitting here time after time.
It’s all the same. You’re here or you’re not. You can be basic, or you can live anywhere but here. If you live here you’re basic, and that’s it.
I can work for minimum wage all day everyday if I want to, or I can decide my life means more than that. Here, not so much. It’s few and far between you meet anyone who is willing to take life for what it is.
This place is hell on earth, but cold. The wind blows more often than the prostitutes in New York City. The people here deserve their own blog post. I’ll get into that on the next one. Friend or foe, you’ll surely know.
Spellcheck is a privilege Canada, apparently they don’t have that in the small town of Cheyenne. Businesses literally print posters and banners to publicize their events but seem to misspell “during” by adding an extra”r.” The best part is how a radio station can misspell broadcast….. seriously? There has always been an “a” in the word, AND you’re a RADIO station.
I may be from a big city but I am far from a metropolitan princess. The fact that people here find it acceptable to call me a “hozer” due to the fact that I’m Canadian is repulsive. Isn’t it the “true north strong and free?” I’m still from North America, although Canada is looking better and better everyday.
It’s hard enough to live in a new country but to have “friends” that neglect to make plans with you or leave the bar without even telling you is total bullshit.
Friends are hard to find and harder to keep, I’m still trying to figure out if it’s even worth making friends in a place like this.
Missing home more than ever.