I love local stuff. But it is expensive and often over indulgent. For example: Coffee. I love it so much. It’s how you know that a place is being gentrified and thrives on an upper middle class economy. Just look for the fancy beer bars and coffee. People tout this local stuff and everyone who is a millennial and can afford it, buys it. Continue reading “Jaded Millennial Doesn’t Buy Local Anymore”
I haven’t been here for very long, but I feel like I’ve learned a lot. I started off in Wesley Chapel, right on the border of Zephyrhills. It’s a small town, country community that is in the middle of suburban explosion (AKA nowhere). There’s a huge new outlet mall, sprawling new subdivisions, and soon a man-made beach and lake community. This place is middle class money.
I hated living there. You have to drive everywhere. You’re miles and miles from the nearest anything. And the closest thing to a traditional “downtown” is Wiregrass Mall. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice, but it has no life. There’s no sense of history or community or people making things happen, it’s more like major conglomerates and institutions creating spaces of consumption. Only to eventually die, become eye sores, so new ones can move in again after another 30 years or so. It’s depressing.
So, I wanted to move. Continue reading “Forgotten Tampa: Living on the East Side of I275”