tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238197560535024815.post4323765291569737055..comments2023-10-31T05:11:53.443-07:00Comments on Brown Eyed Girl and Money: Times they are changingEsmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08247120027986055381noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238197560535024815.post-51087716038963467052008-06-24T08:19:00.000-07:002008-06-24T08:19:00.000-07:00When I first started working, I lived with my mom ...When I first started working, I lived with my mom and I was left to my own devices to get to and from work regardless of the time. I was 19 when I moved out of my mom's into my dad's and it was a whole new world. My dad picked me up from everything. I would tell him that I could just take the bus, and he would pick me up from the bus stop (which was a block from my house). I don't know if things are more dangerous now, or if our advanced ability to get media coverage from allover the world has heightened people's sense of danger. I live alone now downtown and walk by myself everywhere. I am not stupid about it and don't take shortcuts through alleys or decide that after a night of complete intoxication I should walk, but I feel reasonably safe. I never turn a ride down after a shift of working though.... :)Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08719221631009201585noreply@blogger.com