Saturday, May 28, 2011
Something About It...
Once upon a time Eric and I swore we would NEVER live in Wyoming. I think it was shortly after some guy yelled at us to go back to Colorado as we were trying to rescue a stray dog. Or maybe after a visit during the winter when the wind slams the cold air straight through your being and into your very soul. I am not sure when we said it, but I remember that we were driving out of the state having the discussion and we both eagerly agreed that we could never/would never live in a crazy state like Wyoming.
Before my parents moved here I only knew it for my extended family, the year that my father did an internship here, and the Me and My Veggies book (author from WY), and for the rumor that on windy days toilet water in the basements was known to move.
Of course I don't exactly recall our reasons for having said that, but we almost certainly sealed our fate. We are now residents of Wyoming. We have been living her for just over 2 years and I must admit there is something about it that has grown on me.
Perhaps it is the wild characters. Maybe it's the unapologetic attitudes (good and bad). I tend to think of Wyoming as a place for real individuals, not the "individuals" that normal people know, but the kind of folk who live in the mountain and eat bark while wearing loincloths and talking on their cell phones about how they cried during the last episode of Oprah's show(OK I don't actually know of anyone like this, but you get the idea).
I think more than likely it is the wild quality that the state has, untamed. Wyoming is a bit like bedhead, it's sometimes a little embarrassing---but it is also kind of awesome. The trees and plants have to be tough, the animals and people committed to living here. I can't quite put my finger on it yet but there is definitely something about it...