and I laugh because I'm sure that we are very, very annoying.
We live in a godforsaken place, hot as hell in the summer and colder than a witch's tit in winter, nearly four hours from a real airport, and over four hours from great cheap ethnic food.
If you have a heart attack, you'd better have good insurance, because you're going to get airlifted out of here. Same goes if you go into labor before your 37th week. That, or you just need to be a superboy or girl.
We pay a premium for every consumer good we buy, and our housing isn't any cheaper than a lot of urban areas.
Yet for all this, we are a proud, proud lot. We fiercely defend the honor of our harsh landscape and berate anybody who doesn't find it one of the most beautiful places on earth*.
We parade our grizzled, cancerous skin and gnarled feet like banners and badges.
We talk about how the friends we have here are like minded crazies, who turned their backs on comfortable lives, great incomes, consumerist culture, and endless commutes on freeways.
We mourn each other's losses and cheer each other's wins against The Man. We're always up for a random hike, bikeride, or ski. And for dessert, we're always up for a shot of single malt or bourbon, or cuppa tea.
* that one was for you, Diane. Remember when my sister in law tried to pick a fight with you about the Valley being the most beautiful place on earth? And I'm not saying that friends in the big city are consumerist robots. It's just that we have to poo poo the big city to justify our lives out here in the dirt.
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That is really beautiful.
You my Dear, are part of that proud, proud lot for sure.
Just last night, we were sitting around some fancy whisky and Matt launches into an ode about how we all are such, for a lack of a better word, mavericks for living here!
Heh. I love how full of ourselves we are :))))))
Heh. Yes, I remember. I was reading the post and had a flashback.
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