When I was younger I was charged with mowing my parents lawn every week. In Michigan, at times during the summer it can often rain for days on end. A few times when it had been raining for four or five days the lawn would grow higher than my father liked. This of course was my fault, for not mowing the lawn in the rain.
And the lecture would likely follow during the rain as well. “Right, wrong, or in different” he used to like to say, which was usually the sign that logic had either gone out the window or one of us would be over analyzing to further analogize the conversation’s points to our advantage. Seven years later, and a few thousand miles away I still mow my own lawn. They say it rains a lot in Seattle. And while I still feel this is a stereotype used to keep outsiders away, I do find myself having to mow the lawn after a fresh rain. But I have found that when your lawn has patches of dirt in it like ours, the water works to my advantage keeping the dust down. For the first time today I’ve come in from mowing, not covered in a dusty dirty face. No shower; no Netty Pot needed. I think I will from now on go out of my way to embrace the rain, immediately cutting back all it has helped to grow.
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When I was a kid I used to spin the globe around as fast as I could stopping it randomly with my finger convinced of my new determined residence. Doing this always landed me in the Northern Hemisphere, and three out of four times in the Pacific Ocean.
Find Your Spot seems to be a bit more accurate if only on the surface. Going through eight or so pages it will figure out what location best suits you as well as any internet website can. My number one place was Salem Oregon, actually most of my picks were in Oregon, a few in Wisconsin, and my number two was Anchorage Alaska.
Growing up I always heard people dream of one day moving to California when they grew up. Somehow that left over cliche’ from American Culture still attracts thousands of people there every year. I remember the first time I went to Hollywood I felt how disappointed all of those young dreamers will be and always have been. Just because I didn’t dream of the golden land of California doesn’t mean I was eager to set anchor in suburban Detroit either. Since I was in my early teens I always wanted to move to Oregon, and in a method probably similar to spinning a globe I determined that I wanted to live in Astoria. As I grew up I learned that movies like The Goonies, Kindergarden Cop, and more recently The Ring 2 were filmed there. This hasn’t deterred me from wanting to move there…well maybe it has because for the past three years I’ve lived less than four hours away and have yet to visit. But I’ve moved on, like I so often fickly do. Amazing that Anchorage was my number two, since I’ve had my eyes set there for a few years now.
In my daydreams Anchorage offers the best of both worlds of city living and absolute isolation mixed into one. A land of sunless days and bright nights, seaplanes, kayaks, and no weirdos, which I am already setting myself up for failure because I have these secret ability to find them everywhere I go.
So check it out and find out where the weirdos are waiting for you after your next move. Let me know how accurate you think it is or even how surprised you were.