different strokes

I’m always amused and amazed at how different people feel completely opposite things about the same places. Serenity moved from Seattle all the way down to the southern tip of Florida and loves to go to the beach to relax; Frank and I want to do almost the exact opposite, moving eight hours away from where she started so we can get to the mountains. I think Tarina (who takes a big vacation every other day, it seems) chooses vacation places based on how much sand she can get between her toes – if there’s an ocean nearby, she’s happy. And when she dragged me to the beach, I talked on my cell phone while she played in the sand and the ocean. I’m a horrible friend, I know, but hey! I at least went with her.

Essay grew up in one of the Carolinas –- either the North one or the South one — and I remember the way she used to (and still does) talk about whichever Carolina she hails from. We’ll just call it South Carolina, and she can correct me later if I’ve said the wrong one. Essay talks about the Carolinas with the fervor and love with which I talk of Flagstaff. I suspect that if her husband, Ess-o, didn’t have ties to Texas, she would do her best to talk him into buying some South Carolina real estate and moving the family out there. Meanwhile I can’t get away from the east coast fast enough, and while I wouldn’t mind trying this Carolina barbeque she always raves about (then again, she also raves about sweet tea, ew), I can’t imagine in my wildest dreams that we would end up purchasing Charleston SC real estate ever in our lives. This part of the country is just not … well, the desert.

And then there are the Texas freaks. I used to be one of them, because if you’re born there, you are automatically a Texas freak. You love Texas above all other states, and you never want to leave there. Eh, I got over it when I first camped at the North Rim, which was in the thirties at night and the seventies during the day. I am, of course, now considered a heretic. I guess I turned into a nature freak. And oh. Essay? So not a nature freak. When we camped at the bottom of the Canyon (upper seventies at night at the end of August), it was the first time either of us had ever been camping that we could remember. I loved every minute. It was over for her, I think, when she saw her first scorpion.

6 Responses to different strokes

  1. I was born and raised in New Mexico and couldn’t get away from the desert fast enough! Now I’m a midwestern girl and it feels like I’ve always lived and belonged here. So you keep saying you’re looking for a place in the desert and I just cringe :)

  2. Sounds like you’ve been corrupted by the world. Texas is the best place! Actually, the west, east of the coastline is nice country (got to avoid the hippies). I was just hoping ya’ll would move to Austin, since I just did (finally making it back to TX myelf).

  3. Erica, you craaaaazy. ;-)

    Andrew, I do love Amarillo and a lot of west Texas, but I love even farther west better. Not as far west as California (got to avoid the hippies), though. We’re sorry to disappoint by not moving to Texas, but we’ll be happier in the desert with 4 seasons.

  4. Early last year, I took a vacation to Arizona, and fell in love with the desert despite the fact that I’m also in love with my home state (I’m a West Virginia Mountaineer, born and raised). It always shocks me when people I know online from that area seem to hate the desert.

  5. Born and raised in Kansas City, it took me thirty years to get away…to southern Missouri! Just off the Ozarks plateau, the weather is a lot better than KC and the crime rate is a lot lower. Of course, now I’d rather live a bit farther south. My father’s family is from the heart of the Boston Mountains in Arkansas. I’d love to live down there, but probably never will. Darn this fear of falling off high places!

  6. whatever you do, don’t move to New Jersey or any of the other blue states; the communists will slowly suck out your soul. That’s why I’m planning on moving to Texas eventually, where I’ll be a Texas freak.