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Date: 4/29/2008 2:56:51 PM
Author: luckystar112
You know it''s funny but I''ve always considered yankees more personable than people from the south. Of course, I''m only talking about the Boston area compared to the Houston area....I haven''t experienced the wrath of the New-Yorker yet.![]()
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I know it''s not only me, because almost everyone we''ve met in Houston isn''t from here...and they all say the same thing. One friend said she thinks Houston is where dou$& bags come to die.![]()
Of course, that means I''m on of them.But I won''t be here for that much longer, hopefully!!![]()
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Thanks to this thread, FI and I are SERIOUSLY considering Providence. When we go up to Maine next Christmas we''re going to take a day trip to go check it out (it''s only 2.5 hours away). And according to findyourspot.com, the average home price is only around 250k, which is totally do-able. One of the biggest concerns we have about moving up north is the difference in housing costs. We''re so spoiled right now!
Date: 4/30/2008 9:12:47 AM
Author: cellososweet
oh and ps to luckystar. . . i think your feelings on Houston mirror my feelings on Southern California.
People look at me like I'm from outerspace as I go on a verbal rampage which consists of topics such as massive traffic no matter what time I go to LA, inconsistent weather patterns that change 30 degrees in two days (hello! time to catch an eternal cold!), snottiness and superficial mindsets, a general rudeness. . .etc etc etc. . .
I realize it's all relative as I've found the greatest of snotty beasts elsewhere, but it's overwhelming (I feel) where we are now. And I really do think people are so up themselves here that it pains me to think of raising kids in such an atmosphere(once again. how i feel). i've lived so many places and there isn't one that makes me more miserable. I actually had a full-on anxiety attack on the plane when were coming back to California from our trip to Boston last fall. Like. . . . out of breath, chest tightness crying. It was terrible. The minute I saw LA, I started to cry. It's that bad for me. So yeah . . . I completely feel ya.
Date: 5/1/2008 12:22:10 AM
Author: cellososweet
i was going through old journal entries trying to find an appropriate one to send to a friend of mine and this one popped up about a rare rainy day in california. Gosh I miss the east coast weather!!
. . .it''s raining outside and it feels fantastic to lay in bed and hear it beating down. i''ve missed this. a constant reminder that change is an inevitable part of life. it''s strange how just a few days ago i was telling my coworker how i get seasonly depressed. but it''s not really that. i get stagnantly (is this a word) depressed. the inability for things to move forward. to advance. to change. is what kills me the most. seasons, as a child, were a constant reminder that things dont last forever. that one day can change every sensory perception. the feeling of the air, the smell of rain, the sight of snow, the sound of thunder, the taste of a dry mouth when the wind takes your breath away. the feeling of disappointment when your snowman melts. the excitement of knowing its because summer is one day closer and you can go on the slip and slide with your friends. i miss these simple pleasures. i do. yesterday it started to p*ss down when i was at work. really. it was pouring (and i''m always the one that jokes that it''s sprinkling and people are flipping out). i excused myself for a break and went outside and stood in the rain. i looked like a drown rat and felt incredibly fufilled. it was real. i felt it. my hair was stuck to my face. i jumped in a puddle and got my jeans wet. i knew that frizz and potential pneumonia were to follow. and i didn''t give a crap. because i saw it and i wanted to feel it. i wanted to feel the reminder that this is the only life i have and just like the rain, it is beautiful and will end when i least expect it. it''s terrible here. the weather is terrible. for me, at least. i want to see a crocus peak from under the snow. i want to smell a pinecone in my fireplace. i want to wear a t-shirt. then a long sleeved shirt. then a light jacket. then a coat. reverse. then repeat. i want that reminder. call me crazy, but i hate surprises and summer in january is probably my least favorite suprise of all.