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		<title>By: Erin</title>
		<link>http://www.writingtoreachyou.com/2009/09/04/this-non-anonymous-life/comment-page-1/#comment-15164</link>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 16:09:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That sounds about like what it is to live in Jacksonville. This city is so spread out. It takes pretty much 15 minutes at the least to get anywhere. There&#039;s different &quot;sides&quot; of town. I don&#039;t mind it so much. I guess just because I&#039;m used to it. But I&#039;m also envious of the cities that allow for more foot traffic.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That sounds about like what it is to live in Jacksonville. This city is so spread out. It takes pretty much 15 minutes at the least to get anywhere. There&#8217;s different &#8220;sides&#8221; of town. I don&#8217;t mind it so much. I guess just because I&#8217;m used to it. But I&#8217;m also envious of the cities that allow for more foot traffic.</p>
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		<title>By: Stephany</title>
		<link>http://www.writingtoreachyou.com/2009/09/04/this-non-anonymous-life/comment-page-1/#comment-14968</link>
		<dc:creator>Stephany</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 23:47:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just want to say, I&#039;m really envious. I do not live a life like this. Honestly, I don&#039;t even know most of my neighbors names. And the one I do know is because his mother shouts his name all the time. (And he&#039;s older than me.) It&#039;s kind of sad. I wish I had the kind of existence where people KNEW me...even just for a passing wave on the street.

God, my post is depressing. Sorry about that. I&#039;ll cheer it up with a smily emoticon.

:)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just want to say, I&#8217;m really envious. I do not live a life like this. Honestly, I don&#8217;t even know most of my neighbors names. And the one I do know is because his mother shouts his name all the time. (And he&#8217;s older than me.) It&#8217;s kind of sad. I wish I had the kind of existence where people KNEW me&#8230;even just for a passing wave on the street.</p>
<p>God, my post is depressing. Sorry about that. I&#8217;ll cheer it up with a smily emoticon.</p>
<p>:)</p>
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		<title>By: Erin</title>
		<link>http://www.writingtoreachyou.com/2009/09/04/this-non-anonymous-life/comment-page-1/#comment-14923</link>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 02:20:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>For me it happened the opposite way - I grew up in a small un-anonymous town and then moved to a larger city.  I felt so lost and alone when I was first there, but now I find back home a bit confining.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For me it happened the opposite way &#8211; I grew up in a small un-anonymous town and then moved to a larger city.  I felt so lost and alone when I was first there, but now I find back home a bit confining.</p>
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		<title>By: Jaime</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jaime</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 18:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love my small town.  I&#039;m going to miss my small town when I move next year.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love my small town.  I&#8217;m going to miss my small town when I move next year.</p>
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		<title>By: f.B</title>
		<link>http://www.writingtoreachyou.com/2009/09/04/this-non-anonymous-life/comment-page-1/#comment-14916</link>
		<dc:creator>f.B</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 17:53:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I miss my small town.  I&#039;m a city kid now, and don&#039;t think I could live most of the year any other way, but the closeness of the small town was great.  And, in an odd way, I really liked that in a small town you have to work extra hard to be &quot;anonymous;&quot; you have to find unique ways of being invisible when you want.  It&#039;s so easy in the city to just blend in.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I miss my small town.  I&#8217;m a city kid now, and don&#8217;t think I could live most of the year any other way, but the closeness of the small town was great.  And, in an odd way, I really liked that in a small town you have to work extra hard to be &#8220;anonymous;&#8221; you have to find unique ways of being invisible when you want.  It&#8217;s so easy in the city to just blend in.</p>
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		<title>By: Erin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 15:38:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My town is too large to walk anywhere, but growing up my best friend lived across the street. She still lives there, but I moved into my own apartment fifteen minutes away. I do miss living so close, but it felt too weird living in my parents&#039; house after graduating.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My town is too large to walk anywhere, but growing up my best friend lived across the street. She still lives there, but I moved into my own apartment fifteen minutes away. I do miss living so close, but it felt too weird living in my parents&#8217; house after graduating.</p>
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		<title>By: sunehra</title>
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		<dc:creator>sunehra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 14:20:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve been living in the sane New York City &#039;suburb&#039; my whole life, and I can get anywhere in my borough with my eyes closed. But, since it is NYC, my neighbors are constantly changing. I&#039;ve never had a friend from down the block, something I desperately wished for when I was a kid. Still, I wouldn&#039;t trade my NYC experience for anything :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been living in the sane New York City &#8216;suburb&#8217; my whole life, and I can get anywhere in my borough with my eyes closed. But, since it is NYC, my neighbors are constantly changing. I&#8217;ve never had a friend from down the block, something I desperately wished for when I was a kid. Still, I wouldn&#8217;t trade my NYC experience for anything :)</p>
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		<title>By: mandy</title>
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		<dc:creator>mandy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 13:42:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think this is why I really enjoy small town life. I go to the store and almost always see someone I know. I&#039;ve had the same neighbors for 20 years. There is a great comfort in having people know you. There is also a downside to it becuase, as in my case, they&#039;ve known you so long they expect you to do or be certain things. But for now, I really enjoy it too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think this is why I really enjoy small town life. I go to the store and almost always see someone I know. I&#8217;ve had the same neighbors for 20 years. There is a great comfort in having people know you. There is also a downside to it becuase, as in my case, they&#8217;ve known you so long they expect you to do or be certain things. But for now, I really enjoy it too.</p>
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		<title>By: Paula</title>
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		<dc:creator>Paula</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 11:56:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Its weird when all your different &quot;separate&quot; lives start to collide. I guess I found that to a certain extent when one of my co-workers became a flatmate.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Its weird when all your different &#8220;separate&#8221; lives start to collide. I guess I found that to a certain extent when one of my co-workers became a flatmate.</p>
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		<title>By: Jordan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jordan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 11:28:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can relate to  lot of that. My high school had a good reputation, so kids came from all over the area to study there, and I was one of the furthest away. The school and almost everyone I met there were two bus rides away; it could be hard work at times. And a lot of people I know don&#039;t know each other. I don&#039;t mind it most of the time, because it means I can do different things with different people, but it can be nice to have that really together group of friends, like I remember having in sixth form. I guess academic settings help foster that kind of situation. It sounds like you have a nice little social circle anyway.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can relate to  lot of that. My high school had a good reputation, so kids came from all over the area to study there, and I was one of the furthest away. The school and almost everyone I met there were two bus rides away; it could be hard work at times. And a lot of people I know don&#8217;t know each other. I don&#8217;t mind it most of the time, because it means I can do different things with different people, but it can be nice to have that really together group of friends, like I remember having in sixth form. I guess academic settings help foster that kind of situation. It sounds like you have a nice little social circle anyway.</p>
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