Being Green

I've had reverse culture shock bad. I could talk about a host of things, like, how unfriendly London mums are (I'm going to be lynched for saying that) and how I can't believe it takes three days for clothes to dry (praise be to John Lewis' electric clothes airer - very middle-aged of me) but I'm not going to. Instead I'm going to be talking green. 

As the years passed, the Boy and I became more americanised. I guess that was to be expected but I hadn't realised how quickly it would vanish again. Well, in terms of being green, anyway. I've always been pretty green but by year three of living in New York, I thought convenience was King. Since moving home I've realised New York was like Disney for me. Remember those spinny top things you get at Disney land? Everyone has one. It doesn't matter if you're 23 and uber cool (or not), you NEED one. And then, tou step off the train, look down into your hand and then wonder, 'what the bloody hell was I thinking?' That's what it's been like since moving back. 

Why do I need to use paper towels so much? Why am I using these freezer bags? In the same vein, I've made some dubious choices, e.g. Buying milk in a fancy soft pack recycled 'jug' that leaks everywhere. Whilst it prompted two people to go 'whooo, fancy', it was just a crap pint of milk. 

Anyway, my ramblings are leading to the fact that everyone has a pack mentality. It's hard to ignore these sentiments. Sure, I had twins last year but I think it'd been hard to shake those oh-nobody-else-is-bothering-so-why-should-I sentiments even if it were just the two of us. Moral of the story? Don't be weak like Chan. Stay strong to your convictions.