I’m in Lexington for the day while my little vehicle is fixed. As I run errand after errand, I realize that I have a thrilling relationship with this region, as do probably most Kentuckians from our components of the state.
For a maximum number of people, this is the area in which we can access the “big” town, with its Target, eating places, mall, and particular offerings. This is where I come after I ought to get my footwear cobbled. I’ve come to get my luggage constantly. I’ve offered a cake at a French bakery that comes in a high-heeled shoe shape. And it became delicious.
It makes for an exciting dynamic I don’t have with other towns.
For, even though I am, deep down, a mid-sized town girl, I don’t even sit up for going to Lexington and, indeed, try and place it off as many as possible. This is, in all likelihood, precisely why I wouldn’t say I like coming here a good deal: by the point I finally come, I have so many errands stacked up and busy work to accomplish that I don’t have any time to realize the metropolis truly. I’ve by no means been to Ashland, Henry Clay’s property. I’ve never been to the botanical gardens. I haven’t even been to the Horse Park.
In reality, even if I eat right here, my eating place is continually chosen based on its proximity to the errands I’m jogging. This commonly lands me somewhere close to or in the interior of Fayette Mall. I can’t tell you how many bowls of warm and sour soup I’ve had at P.F. Changs. I can’t even depend on the number of breadsticks at Olive Garden.
The thing is, I wouldn’t say I like Olive Garden, in part because I spend the entire time wishing I’d ordered a few kinds of creamy, tacky pasta instead of the soup and salad unique I always force myself to get. Hence, the breadsticks.
But it’s close to the mall, and I usually should go there for something. You’d think that might be fun, but because my time is brief, it’s decreased to extra errands, like getting new strings for a tennis racket or changing the CO2 canisters for the Soda Stream. Today, I should pick up some perfume. Again, you’d think that it might be enjoyable. However, I’ve been wearing the identical kind for overpastars, so it’s merely a remembreminderoosing it up as you’ll, say, a couple of tube socks and transferring on except now not a pair of tube socks as perfume is just shockingly pricey.
