expected and unexpected pitfalls of my urban evacuation

I have a tendency to romanticize things. Why would moving to the country be any different? I tried to combat this tendency with a healthy dose of realism by telling myself things like:
 "As much as I want them to (and as much as I  know I would visit them if they moved an hour away) my city friends are not going to visit me on a regular basis." 
or 
"It is going to be hard to find challenging, satisfying, well-paying work here." 
or 
"It's going to take a while to make friends and find my community here." 
However, the real experience of this situation is harder to cope with than just telling myself these things. 
I had a job over the summer that I really enjoyed. I was an office manager and nanny. I worked alone, received fair pay for a reasonable amount of responsibility and got to play with little kids. I still had time to work out and garden. It was pretty much perfect for me and I was really happy. Sadly, this job ended abruptly and now my magic bubble has burst and I am forced to face some of the expected realities of my urban evacuation.  


I feel I am coping reasonably well. Reaching out to friends with similar experiences. Watching 30Rock and The Office on netflix to get a good laugh(the best medicine, no?). Giving my situation a comical name "the out of work country living loneliness blues". Talking to my therapist about it. Taking a waitress job at a local pub to give myself social interaction and a menial income. 


But nothing could have prepared me for the unexpected realities of my move. Like what not having any friends near by really means on a daily basis. Or making so little money I have rolled all my spare change and am going to be taking it to the bank to change it for bills to pay for food. Or watching a chain-smoking 42 year old granny bounce her grandbaby on her knee while the baby mama runs around karaoke night with her posse. (I'm not trying to be superior or judgmental here, but the thought of my own unborn children growing up in the thick of this was surprising and alarming to me. At the same time I was touched by the seeming cohesiveness and closeness of this family. Something I have seen missing in many well to do urban clans.) Or how about being explicitly told to "make sure I got" my $3 tip on a $45 ticket. As if this was some sort of generous gift. And I'm still not sure if this was a failure to do accurate math, a failure to know how to tip appropriately or what? 


Despite having some really dark days in the face of all this I keep on trying. I remind myself that it usually takes about year to adjust to a new place. I keeping putting in new applications for jobs I'm not really interested in to be able to pat myself on the back for trying. I try not to be too hard on myself (something I'm really bad about)  and let myself sleep in because I work nights. And I let myself cry when I need to. And on the whole I am still much happier and healthier than when I was in the big city.