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Tis lovely to spend an evening surrounded by mostly-queer geeks. :)
( travel meme )
Have I mentioned lately how much I love living here? The suburbs thing kinda blows, but the region itself is just so home to me. I feel like I've always belonged here. I've done a fair amount of traveling in recent years, and nowhere has felt as right as here. Well, by here, I mean the Northwest in general, but here specifically works, too. I wanted out of Nevada so badly that I started saving up to move when I was 14. By 19, I was finally able to do it, and I haven't looked back, since. Only Hawaii, out of all the places I've gone so far, even comes close. BC is nice, too, and I could easily see myself as a refugee there if I needed to be, but I'd prefer to stay here. Earthquakes, volcanoes and constant rain included. They just add to the feeling that everything here-- even the earth under our feet-- is alive and growing, instead of choked by smog and pollution, or dead and dusty, as most other places I've been to are. It's truly one of the few cities I've seen which feels more or less fully integrated into its landscape. The only issue is the poor road planning and traffic.
Maybe it's that feeling of life and the organic nature of the place that attracts the kind of people I like so much. I just don't see it with other cities. LA seems like it's full of anxiety-ridden, drug-addled plastic people. NY seems full of people who are certain that they're better than anyone else and who have learned the kind of crisis-oriented survival skills that tend to make one blind to the needs of others. SF is nice, but there's a certain desperate edge to it; something that feels like the people there are always one bad day away from slitting their wrists. Not in a depressive sense (we have that here, thanks to the lack of sunshine) but more in a jittery fear sense. Everywhere else is just unremarkable. Either bland or just downright nasty in one way or another, often because of the preponderance of cookie-cutter suburbanite clones, or listless, self-destructive trailer trash. But that's just my take on it. I'm sure everywhere else has things that are right for certain kinds of people. It just so happens that this place is right for the certain kind of me.
I still need to travel more-- I need to see New England, for one, and I'm dying to visit Europe and Australia-- but from what I've seen so far, this is it. It's not perfect-- nowhere can be, really-- but it's as close as I think I might ever find. I feel like I belong here, which is something I've never been able to say for anywhere else, even if I otherwise liked being there. And that's what home is really all about.
( travel meme )
Have I mentioned lately how much I love living here? The suburbs thing kinda blows, but the region itself is just so home to me. I feel like I've always belonged here. I've done a fair amount of traveling in recent years, and nowhere has felt as right as here. Well, by here, I mean the Northwest in general, but here specifically works, too. I wanted out of Nevada so badly that I started saving up to move when I was 14. By 19, I was finally able to do it, and I haven't looked back, since. Only Hawaii, out of all the places I've gone so far, even comes close. BC is nice, too, and I could easily see myself as a refugee there if I needed to be, but I'd prefer to stay here. Earthquakes, volcanoes and constant rain included. They just add to the feeling that everything here-- even the earth under our feet-- is alive and growing, instead of choked by smog and pollution, or dead and dusty, as most other places I've been to are. It's truly one of the few cities I've seen which feels more or less fully integrated into its landscape. The only issue is the poor road planning and traffic.
Maybe it's that feeling of life and the organic nature of the place that attracts the kind of people I like so much. I just don't see it with other cities. LA seems like it's full of anxiety-ridden, drug-addled plastic people. NY seems full of people who are certain that they're better than anyone else and who have learned the kind of crisis-oriented survival skills that tend to make one blind to the needs of others. SF is nice, but there's a certain desperate edge to it; something that feels like the people there are always one bad day away from slitting their wrists. Not in a depressive sense (we have that here, thanks to the lack of sunshine) but more in a jittery fear sense. Everywhere else is just unremarkable. Either bland or just downright nasty in one way or another, often because of the preponderance of cookie-cutter suburbanite clones, or listless, self-destructive trailer trash. But that's just my take on it. I'm sure everywhere else has things that are right for certain kinds of people. It just so happens that this place is right for the certain kind of me.
I still need to travel more-- I need to see New England, for one, and I'm dying to visit Europe and Australia-- but from what I've seen so far, this is it. It's not perfect-- nowhere can be, really-- but it's as close as I think I might ever find. I feel like I belong here, which is something I've never been able to say for anywhere else, even if I otherwise liked being there. And that's what home is really all about.
