Forget this town, I’m outta here

I’m in Wyoming right now.

On Monday, I didn’t plan on being in Wyoming or anywhere near it.

I just watched a beautiful sunset over the mountains, and watched my boys enjoy themselves wandering around the foliage.

Six hundred and twenty four days ago I made what many people would call an irrational decision when I made an abrupt decision to move to Cincinnati. I just realized I drove the wrong way.

But to the point. I was sitting at home, unemployed, coming to the realization that Seattle just isn’t the town for me. The people are waaay to enamored with coffee to the point half of the population would go postal if they didn’t get their morning cup of Starbucks.

The other thing. They’re wussies when it comes to the weather. Seriously, I was walking downtown yesterday and it was in the low 50s. I was doing just fine with only a long sleeve shirt on and the rest of the population of Seattle was in their sub-zero winter coats! I can’t handle people all bundled up and crazy about freezing to death. I mean really we don’t even have a lot of rain here and only the occasional windstorm that knocks power out for two weeks. Where do these people get off whining about the weather?

So, I’m taking a leap, a leap of faith. I’ve decided I’m moving to Manhattan. Yup, that little island. I’m scared shitless. There is so much risk that I just assumed, but I have faith that I’m making the right decision, I have faith that things will find their way towards what they’re supposed to be, I have faith in my ability to understand and surmount the challenges that I’ve brought upon myself. But at least I’ll have people who know how to deal with shit around me. I mean they know how to deal with the weather there. No whining about not one, but three major power outages. Count’em one, two, three.

Oh.. Here is one more link for you to ponder while I am hauling ass on Interstate 90….. :-)