It's crazy how two hundred and fifty miles can seem like completely different countries. They address problems differently here. Have a slightly different dialect (with a completely different accent). It smells different when you walk outside. Some days it feels black and white.
I love my job and my house and I don't want to move. But if I could pick those things up and scooch them north. I would do it yesterday. Now I should go back in time and tell my 14 year old self that the place I would want to be the most is not California, New York, Colorado, or Europe. It's where o's are drawn out. Lakes are abundant. And I don't feel like a fish out of water.
Who knows. Maybe fish can adapt.
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