Back in L-Town...now what?

A rival high school across the dam cleverly once said  "All dirt roads lead to Lexington." This may or may not be true...but I have lived on some dirt road or another the entirety of my existence... just sayin. After getting used to an epic life Where the Blue Ridge Yawns its Greatness in Clemson, I now have to be in Red-nexington. It's requires a lot of adjusting...obvi. Here are just some of the many obstacles I've been having to deal with

1. Both really old and really young people still exist on this planet. Seeing a bunch of toddlers or grandparents can be really shocking to a person who has spent the past nine months with those in a 5 year age range. I find my self saying "Awww" all of the time at random precious little old people just because I haven't seen their species in so long. I also need to work on remembering proper conversation topics to share with this new population. The rents don't quite understand youtube vids and tfln. I guess I'm going to have to start reading the newspaper.
2. I stick out like a sore thumb. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about some individuality (this is the girl who looked like she was ready to go to a shag instead of class everyday) but my Clemson-ness sticks out here. Everyone is not wearing orange or greek t-shirts and when I wear my sweet new ray bans I look like I have a surplus of cool points.
3. All of my needs are not met within a 5 mile radius. Clemson sure is convenient. All I ever need is within walking distance or at most a 6 minute drive (unless I need an Atami fix). Even though there is a Piggly Wiggly right by my house (yes we're very big on the pig here), my dining, clothing, and friend needs are far far away. Lucky for me if I do want to see a movie, I can go and hang out with my middle school friends outside of the glitzy Pastime Pavillion as we wait for our parents to pick us up.
4. There's no tigerstripe. They only accept real life money here and it's hurting my checkbook. Yes, that's right I said checkbook. I am the sole person under the age of 65 who doesn't have a debit card. That's part of the reason I love me some tigerstripe, it saves me the embarrassment of having to ask 'do y'all take checks?' And let's be real...tigerstripe is basically like free money and in L-town I don't have any free money. 
5. Solo dance parties aren't exactly acceptable. At clem clem in Barnett 3D3 spontaneous dance parties happened on the reg. Brooksy provided enough sick jamz and hot beatz to last until our fly moves ran out....so never. I can no longer have such parties because it would be weird for me to dance about in my room by myself not to mention the fact that my dj and dance partner extraordinaire doesn't live with me. 
6. I am now half of a pair of matching pajamas. Brooks and I would lounge around our room in our matching seasonal pjs all day everyday. Wearing ghost pjs in May is just plain awkward if the matching pair isn't seated next to you.