Who Stole My Cheese?

So, I've been living in Wichita Falls, TX for almost six months now and basically all I do here is work and sleep. Keep in mind that before I moved here I lived in Houston, the 4th largest city in the U.S., where there's diversity, art and culture and a variety of things to do. Well, Wichita Falls is nothing like that. Barely 100-thousand people, less than a 5% African American population, nothing but dry grass for miles and it's a bible belt. Sounds fun, right? Don't get me wrong, the people here are very nice, but I just can't seem do adjust here. This coming from an ex-flight attendant who's lived in various cities, have visited several states and have been all over the world. Still, this town is just not for me. So, why am I here, you might ask? I graduated in December with a B.A. in journalism. In the world of journalism, unfortunately, you have to climb the ladder to success. Not like any other profession, but usually for journalists, that means starting out in a small town to get experience and having to move around until you're in a top 10 market. My predicament, I'm 30-something and most of the people I work with are 20-something, fresh out of school and I have nothing in common with them. Outside of work, everyone is either the age of my grandparents or college age. The ones who are my age, well, they're married with kids. There is an Air Force base here, yet, I still can't seem to meet anyone. So, today I made a decision to just be more outgoing and bolder when it comes to meeting new people. Wish me luck. Damnit! I need it.