Big city girl?

Hey!  Today, I fly to Mammoth Lakes!  I have to fly through LA from San Fran, as the seasonal direct flights apparently have not started yet.
This morning, as my airport shuttle arrived to pick me up, I did feel a little sad to be leaving San Francisco - especially as I had such a lovely day yesterday wandering around Fillmore Street and down at the Marina, and that the weather is again perfect here today - but then the shuttle drove through the Tenderloin and down Market Street and I realised that I am almost 100% positive that I am not a 'big city person'.

I had always assumed that, after moving from a farm in Tokoroa, New Zealand, to a relatively small town an hour away, that that meant I was a country girl.  However, this all changed when I moved to New Zealand's largest city, Auckland, and then subsequently onto London, one of the biggest cities in the world.  I had become so accustomed to having to live in a large city in order to work and live the life an early twenty-something year old should be living.

However, this is now my chance to prove that city living isn't all it's cracked up to be!  I succumbed to the fear of the unknown last night and started worrying about how I was going to handle living in such a cold, foreign environment.  I worked out exactly how many days I have left in the US (295 to be exact) and realised that that is such a small number.  I've already used up over 2 months of my visa traveling around before even attempting to settle!

So here goes!  Living in a small, remote, freezing cold town for 6 months!  Any advice anyone has to help me cope would be much appreciated!