I moved from Springfield to Columbia almost 4 weeks ago. I commute the few minutes it takes to get here to Boonville every morning.
The sensory overload of all things new can tend to numb the initial loneliness that accompanies a move. I know. I'm 28 years old and have done it 16 times. Much more than most; much less than others.
With each move comes the opportunity to compare a last residence to a current one, which is what I'm compelled to do now. There are, make no mistake, unavoidable pros and cons to relocation that differ from place to place.
Columbia has bike paths. This invention has yet to make its way to the Springfield area, a city that's twice as large. For years, I rose early to begin my daily productivity with a stationary 40-mile journey that never left the spare bedroom. Columbia falls behind only the Dutch in the level of catering it offers cycling enthusiasts.
Why not go for a run instead, you ask? I have a chronic hip injury that prevents me from running long distances. It has, concerning lengthy aerobic exercise, confined me to a bike for the rest of my life.
Bike paths aside, Columbia has near nightly gunfire. I've yet to hear any caliber as large as 7.62 x 39, but I have heard mid-range ammunition popping from handguns that were probably being held sideways. These calibers are always interspersed and coupled with the fire-cracker tapping of .22 caliber. Why bring a knife to a gunfight?
In Boonville I hear lawnmowers and the occasional diesel engine.
Springfield city planners, through either genius or insanity, opted to lay out my former residence of 13 years in tic-tac-toe fashion. That is, it's a giant grid. And those that travel to the Queen City can appreciate this. If you become lost in Springfield, you had no business traveling to begin with. Every turn is a 90 degree angle.
Columbia, quite literally, has curving avenues running parallel to each other while intersecting at the same time. On my second night there, I found myself 15 minutes north of the city. I was trying to get downtown. My GPS put me on a farm road.
Boonville roads, streets, drives, avenues and expressways are too few to lose sleep over. Main Street happens to be the main street and Ashley Road was more than likely named after someone with a first or last name of Ashley.