Nebraska and New York are so extremely different that it’s both refreshing and unsettling.
Omaha is an urban city in Nebraska, but it is build horizontally and not vertically. It’s rare to see a building more than four or five stories tall here. Also, everybody’s back yard is enormous. There is so much land and so many grassy fields; it’s beautiful! In New York, every square foot of land is build upon or covered with cement. There are so many skyscrapers that only a sliver of sky can be seen and my backyard is barely big enough to fit a trampoline. In Nebraska, the air feels cleaner and more refreshing, and life seems less hectic.
The unsettling part of Nebraska is its homogeneousness. All of the houses have similar structures, driveway placements, and siding colors (taupe, sand, or navy). The majority of the people shop at the same stores, and, therefore, wear all of the same things (blue denim bermuda shorts and converse sneakers). Everybody has blonde hair, sunkissed skin, light eyes, and a dog.
I know that it may be comfortable to live in a place where nothing is out of the ordinary or surprising, but to me it’s booooring. I miss walking down the street and seeing an unlikely couple taking a stroll, or a purple tudor house, or even an old man dressed like a viking. There may be a safety in sameness but there is an excitement in diversity that, to me, is much more valuable than almost anything.