I haven't been here that long, and because of stupid cast haven't been able to get out much and explore. It actually might be an okay thing that I'm not able to get out, part of me thinks I would have had this entire town explored and figured out in the little time I've been here.
But the three things that I've noticed right away are this...
1. People are not afraid to wear shirts, sweatshirts, hats, sweats (usually the ones with writing across the butt) and sometimes scarves that show Wyoming pride. Either showing support for the University of Wyoming (called U-Dub) Cowboys, or just the state in general. Does this happen in Washington? I can't say that I've ever owned any article of clothing advertising that I live in Washington.
The only reasoning I can come up with for the Wyoming pride is the lack of any other symbol to take pride in. This is what comes of having no professional sports team.
2. The weather here changes on a dime. A high of 60 degrees and a low of 32 with a chance of snow is normal for this time of year. Today it's supposed to snow, tomorrow it's supposed to be 60 degrees again and this weekend is supposed to be beautiful.
There is always wind.
3. The lack of trees is something that takes getting used to. To look outside and see for miles, uninterupted, is odd. Somedays, like today, it can create a lonely feeling as you look out and realize how large the space you're living in is, you understand how small you are. The constant canopy of trees in the Northwest is comforting and cozy, it's an illusion that you're not really in that big of place. The buildings in Seattle do the same thing.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A Sorta Break
I realize it's been over a month since my last post. I'm not completely surprised that it happened, you should see my journals, four entries a year is about average. Starting a blog and updating I thought would be a bit different, easier, but apparently it's all the same.
With the job ending, and the move to Wyoming I knew there would be an extended break in there between jobs. I told everyone I'm taking a break from working, a break from Seattle, a break from worrying about what to do with my life. The big word in all my post P-I plans was "break."
However I didn't factor in the other meaning of break, the bone break. It seems there were other plans for me as well, the day I found out I officially lost my job I broke my ankle. Blame it on a factor of things, but the fact is I haven't walked in about a month. A plate and five screws are lodged in my ankle and my main mode of transportation has been a ridiculous knee scooter.
I knew moving and the giant change of life I was about to experience would require me to slow down a bit and evaluate where I was going, but never did I imagine that I would be slowed down to this and the only evaluting on where I was going would be the best route to the bathroom, kitchen and bed.
The good news is that I actually made the 1300 mile trek here. Watching my dad take out my scooter everytime we had to stop at a reststop was hilarious and always made me laugh at how pathetic I am. The only time the scooter rests is when I'm sleeping. If I'm just sitting, it's a safe bet that Aaron and Katie are riding it around the house. So far the kids and I have played about 15 games of clue, 3 full games of Monopoly and a few Wii games thrown in. Not being able to keep up with a 10 and 12 year old is wearing on my patience, but it's only a few weeks and in a few months I will look back on all of this and laugh. It's that thought that keeps me in high spirits and optimistic about what events will unfold!
With the job ending, and the move to Wyoming I knew there would be an extended break in there between jobs. I told everyone I'm taking a break from working, a break from Seattle, a break from worrying about what to do with my life. The big word in all my post P-I plans was "break."
However I didn't factor in the other meaning of break, the bone break. It seems there were other plans for me as well, the day I found out I officially lost my job I broke my ankle. Blame it on a factor of things, but the fact is I haven't walked in about a month. A plate and five screws are lodged in my ankle and my main mode of transportation has been a ridiculous knee scooter.
I knew moving and the giant change of life I was about to experience would require me to slow down a bit and evaluate where I was going, but never did I imagine that I would be slowed down to this and the only evaluting on where I was going would be the best route to the bathroom, kitchen and bed.
The good news is that I actually made the 1300 mile trek here. Watching my dad take out my scooter everytime we had to stop at a reststop was hilarious and always made me laugh at how pathetic I am. The only time the scooter rests is when I'm sleeping. If I'm just sitting, it's a safe bet that Aaron and Katie are riding it around the house. So far the kids and I have played about 15 games of clue, 3 full games of Monopoly and a few Wii games thrown in. Not being able to keep up with a 10 and 12 year old is wearing on my patience, but it's only a few weeks and in a few months I will look back on all of this and laugh. It's that thought that keeps me in high spirits and optimistic about what events will unfold!
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