I like this Q and A thing. It gives me some good blog fodder. I’m looking for more. I got about 6 posts worth from the last time I solicited questions but hey – if they wanted to hear less from me hey should have made NaBloPoMo February. So if you have more questions, ask away, ‘k?
Anyway, Laura asked:
Do you think you’ll live where you are for the rest of your life? If not, what other states are appealing to you and your family?
Today seems like a good day to ask that question because this week’s hometown politics freakin’ ROCKED. We elected a democratic governor – and (at least from what we can see) a progressive. When I went to vote on Tuesday I looked at the ballot and realized I could safely vote for green party candidates for practically every statewide office to prove a point without worrying about being a spoiler.
Yesterday I wrote to my rep and senator about opposing the proposed ban on same-sex marriage and realized that BOTH of them already do – no convincing necessary.
Blah, blah, blah. After growing up among the Dixiecrats, it’s hard for me to resist this kind of political atmosphere. Dude. We have RIGHTS.
I’m 1100 miles from my family. That sucks. But that’s what airplanes and Amtrak are for. And I married a woman whose family is all within an hour of us, and there are compelling reasons to stay close – potential nieces and nephews, a degenerative illness, etc.
The better things get for us here the less we can see ourselves leaving.
There are only two other places that have felt like home to me – meaning that they have what I need, not that they feel like here – Vancouver and Seattle. I need good politics. I need high standards for food. I need water, preferably an ocean. I need people who care about things like sustainable living and kayaking and locally owned bookstores and public transportation and making eye contact with strangers on the street (okay that last one is missing here at home but you can’t have everything). Vancouver and Seattle both could fit the bill well, I think. We even have rights in Vancouver. But it’s a fantasy only for now.
Okay, here’s a story about how strangers treat each other: After we got married we took ourselves off to Newfoundland for two weeks, which was phenomenal and amazing and stunning. We went white water rafting one day and had a great conversation with our guide, a native Newfie, about how nice people are there. She told us first about a conversation she’d had with someone in town about locking their doors, and how her neighbor had been concerned that if he locked his door and someone got stranded in a snowstorm they wouldn’t be able to get into his house. Then she went on to tell us that she had liked Toronto when she was there visiting a friend, but that people didn’t say hi on the streets. I guess, she concluded, there are too many people there for that – you’d have to go around all day saying hi! hi! hi! hi! hi! and you could never have an uninterrupted thought.
Yeah, New Englanders are friendly like that too.
What about you? Where would you live if you packed up and went?