'Bushwhacked'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I love living in Los Angeles, brown air, brown trees and all. I hope I never have to move. This city sings to me.
If I do move, I think I will need to live in some other big city. I like spending time in the wild, and it replenishes my soul when I am there, but I need to live in a city.
Quick Gossip Girl question: is Vanessa Dan's best friend from his neighborhood?
Yes
Kansas City is pretty good for a place to live aside from the too hot summers. Lots of greenery and rolling hills, ample water supply, nice seasons, close to the Ozarks, low natural disaster factor, cheap housing, and, in my case, close to family. There is a distinct lack of mountains though.
My realtor is droning away on the phone. I know he's saying important things, but god, I kind of wish he'd stop talking.
(Though the good news is that the house is under contract. Yay!)
Chicagoland girl born-and-bred, didn't see the ocean until I was 14 and we drove down to Florida. My sister and I hit the beach in St. Augustine and had the best time swimming and frying our skin to a deep red crisp (which admittedly wasn't as fun). The first time I saw a mountain was when we drove up to New England two years later and took the Skyline Drive in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. I still haven't seen the Rockies other than from above while flying over them to the west coast.
I find that there is a beauty to the flat farmlands in northwestern Illinois. You can be driving along a country road (much better for pretty landscapes than the highway), go around a corner, and then gasp at the vista spread before you. Especially in the fall, when the colors can get so vibrant.
But, for pretty farmland, you really can't beat Lancaster county in Pennsylvania. My stepsister lives there, and it is gorgeous.
ZOMG I need a nap. Just spend 3 hours in meetings. That's too many meetings.
Actually, FLAT is one of the few landscapes that freaks me out. I couldn't stand driving through Nebraska (the long way), and the only reason I can tolerate driving through California's central valley on the way up to San Francisco is because I can see the Diablo mountains off in the distance to the West.
I still haven't seen the Rockies other than from above while flying over them to the west coast...
I find that there is a beauty to the flat farmlands in northwestern Illinois...
When I went to Fort Wayne I was so excited to be IN the squares. You know how you fly over them but then land in a city? This time we dove straight into the squares!
And I discovered why the people of Indiana love their race cars so much -- you drive around on those wide, flat, empty, open-viewed roads and you STILL have to obey the speed limit. It's brutal. Going to the racetrack is nothing less than catharsis.