Exile

I spent two days and one night in suburban Columbus, Ohio visiting my family last weekend. During a visit to the burbs, I will generally suffer from isolation-induced boredom, lack of exercise compounded by an unwalkable neighborhood and malaise brought on by chain restaurant food and strip mall scenery.

To stave off the onset of acute suburbitis, I packed my knitting, 2 books and my laptop to catch up on work. While having quality time with my family as we gathered together to not speak to each other in front of the TV, I may have offended by reading during Television Time instead of actively participating in the watching.

To hasten my recovery, I sang along to Liz Phair's, Exile in Guyville cassette as I drove back to Cleveland. I started to feel better once I was north of I-480.