Missy and I lived in Seattle for many years. Seattle is a pretty green place, both literally and in terms of people’s attitudes toward the environment.
Then we moved to Florida, which is also a very green place literally, but in terms of environmental attitudes, not so much. We had difficulty finding a used hatchback to buy, but if we’d wanted a full-sized truck there’d have been no problem. I asked a neighbor at our apartment complex where the recycle bins were and she laughed at me.
The biggest surprise, though, was the ready availability of Styrofoam cups. The first time Missy and I went into a mini-mart and saw a stack of white foam cups, we thought it was some sort of illegal pirate operation that the authorities had yet to shut down. Whenever we had visitors from Seattle they’d mention the Styrofoam cups. The very sight of them was unnerving.
We swore that we wouldn’t use them, just on principle. That lasted almost halfway through the first summer. 98 degrees with 100% humidity gives one an appreciation for Styrofoam.