[East Coast?]
So. I'm feeling the isolation of Bellingham. Seems my friends are all on the East Coast. Literally. I have a few here, don't get me wrong. But, in all reality, the people I seem to connect with the most are spread out from Tennessee to North Carolina to Jersey to Brooklyn.
When I left Florida on Sept 12 2001, I was running in fear. I was running HOME to Alaska. Well, I got sidetracked in Washington. But then, after calming down and settling in, I began to realize that Alaska isn't my home. Not really. Not anymore. I miss it like crazy and I'd like to return one day. But I don't know that I honestly will.
Back on the subject of the East Coast. I'm looking for a place where I can let my cats outside and explore. When we were in Seattle, they never got to go outside, and it made us all sick. Having been raised in the boonies til I was 9 by my father, the ex-military-turned-hippie, I never saw cities until I was sent to Alaska to live with my mother, the river-rat-free-spirit-hippie-feminist. And even then, com'on now. Anchorage is NO city. Well, it wasn't, but it's steadily growing into one.
The point is, I need the whisper of the wind in the trees, and I need the relative silence of the forests. I need to be surrounded by dirt and grass and trees and EARTH, not concrete, asphault, blaring sirens, and too much humanity. The noise level, on a daily basis, makes me quite insane. I start to feel harried and pressed on all sides. I need to R-E-L-A-X.... and in Seattle it was definitely hard for me to do that. A lot of other emotional b.s. was going on as well, and that's never any fun. But the end result was that I moved here, to Bellingham. It's wonderfully quiet. But sometimes, it's a little TOO QUIET.
I know, listen to me. Never satisfied, right? WRONG. I'm simply narrowing down the experiences I have had til I find the one that fits right. I'm sure someone will come along and tell me that it's all an illusion. I can see the point. But to me, it's about being comfortable.
Ideally I'm looking for someplace close enough to the City that I can take the metro in for relatively cheap and spend the day at the Met. Or, FINALLY go see the American Museum of Natural History! Or find a REALLY GOOD REGGAE bar! I miss going Friday nights to Alice's on Atlantic Beach! Sitting outside, near the beach, listening to the music pouring out... STUPENDOUS! Heart-lifting! I miss going to Blues Central back in Anchorage! I miss working at The Imperial in Jax and getting to liten to all the neat up-and-coming punk/rock/metal/whatever bands! The experiences to be had!!!!
But, before I get my knickers in a twist... I need to relate one SMALL requirement.
I MUST HAVE A SEASON OF SNOW!
I'm a snowbunny. Always have been, always will be.
GOTTA HAVE SNOW.
Or I just wither up and die!
When I left Florida on Sept 12 2001, I was running in fear. I was running HOME to Alaska. Well, I got sidetracked in Washington. But then, after calming down and settling in, I began to realize that Alaska isn't my home. Not really. Not anymore. I miss it like crazy and I'd like to return one day. But I don't know that I honestly will.
Back on the subject of the East Coast. I'm looking for a place where I can let my cats outside and explore. When we were in Seattle, they never got to go outside, and it made us all sick. Having been raised in the boonies til I was 9 by my father, the ex-military-turned-hippie, I never saw cities until I was sent to Alaska to live with my mother, the river-rat-free-spirit-hippie-feminist. And even then, com'on now. Anchorage is NO city. Well, it wasn't, but it's steadily growing into one.
The point is, I need the whisper of the wind in the trees, and I need the relative silence of the forests. I need to be surrounded by dirt and grass and trees and EARTH, not concrete, asphault, blaring sirens, and too much humanity. The noise level, on a daily basis, makes me quite insane. I start to feel harried and pressed on all sides. I need to R-E-L-A-X.... and in Seattle it was definitely hard for me to do that. A lot of other emotional b.s. was going on as well, and that's never any fun. But the end result was that I moved here, to Bellingham. It's wonderfully quiet. But sometimes, it's a little TOO QUIET.
I know, listen to me. Never satisfied, right? WRONG. I'm simply narrowing down the experiences I have had til I find the one that fits right. I'm sure someone will come along and tell me that it's all an illusion. I can see the point. But to me, it's about being comfortable.
Ideally I'm looking for someplace close enough to the City that I can take the metro in for relatively cheap and spend the day at the Met. Or, FINALLY go see the American Museum of Natural History! Or find a REALLY GOOD REGGAE bar! I miss going Friday nights to Alice's on Atlantic Beach! Sitting outside, near the beach, listening to the music pouring out... STUPENDOUS! Heart-lifting! I miss going to Blues Central back in Anchorage! I miss working at The Imperial in Jax and getting to liten to all the neat up-and-coming punk/rock/metal/whatever bands! The experiences to be had!!!!
But, before I get my knickers in a twist... I need to relate one SMALL requirement.
I MUST HAVE A SEASON OF SNOW!
I'm a snowbunny. Always have been, always will be.
GOTTA HAVE SNOW.
Or I just wither up and die!