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GuiltyBiStander · 31-35, F
I probably can't say anything that really matters on what I love about where I am, without letting people know exactly where I live.
Not gonna do that. Not on here.
But this place is ordinary and remarkable at the same time. Fewer than 9000 people, less than 200 years old, but people pass through here from literaly every corner of the planet, and those who live here have sharp minds & big hearts. From my front door I can walk less than 6 blocks and look out facing a huge river lined with fields and farms on one side , and steep forested cliffs on the other. I can drive 20 minutes and be in wilderness foothills on the slopes of a beautiful slumbering volcano. Get on the highway and in just over an hour I'm in an international city filled with art, music, money, sex, ideas, hope, failure, drugs, food, big business, deep thinkers, and fools.
Coming back home I feel peace, possibilities, a just-right border of time and space, and the simple comfort of neighbors who can accept me even if they don't understand me, in a town where being close and minding your own damn business is still possible.
It's America. It's not bad. It's worth being here, and seeing, and believing in. Don't let any jackass political hacks on either extreme tell you it's dying, or doesn't exist.
Not gonna do that. Not on here.
But this place is ordinary and remarkable at the same time. Fewer than 9000 people, less than 200 years old, but people pass through here from literaly every corner of the planet, and those who live here have sharp minds & big hearts. From my front door I can walk less than 6 blocks and look out facing a huge river lined with fields and farms on one side , and steep forested cliffs on the other. I can drive 20 minutes and be in wilderness foothills on the slopes of a beautiful slumbering volcano. Get on the highway and in just over an hour I'm in an international city filled with art, music, money, sex, ideas, hope, failure, drugs, food, big business, deep thinkers, and fools.
Coming back home I feel peace, possibilities, a just-right border of time and space, and the simple comfort of neighbors who can accept me even if they don't understand me, in a town where being close and minding your own damn business is still possible.
It's America. It's not bad. It's worth being here, and seeing, and believing in. Don't let any jackass political hacks on either extreme tell you it's dying, or doesn't exist.