On life in the vanilla environs of the mid-Midwest United States of America:
There are no mountains here, but the bad vibes from disconsolate, inferiority-complex suffering natives are mountain-sized. There are no oceans, but one must be careful lest he drowns in the dreary, water-thick malaise that afflicts the citizenry.
The frustrating thing: There are uniquely talented, hardworking, driven people here. But they are driven away by the prehistoric thinking that prevails in the arenas of politics and, to a lesser extent, business in these parts. The even more frustrating thing: This very phenomenon (along with the inclement weather and the the dearth of interesting geology) is what keeps the property costs here insanely low, and thus, is what keeps many of us who should know better from leaving. The demand for homes here is so pathetically anemic that buying one is tragically affordable. By comparison, buying a house anywhere else is financial hari-kari. KnwowhatImsayin? My Midwestern bruthas and sistahs no doubt do.
There are no mountains here, but the bad vibes from disconsolate, inferiority-complex suffering natives are mountain-sized. There are no oceans, but one must be careful lest he drowns in the dreary, water-thick malaise that afflicts the citizenry.
The frustrating thing: There are uniquely talented, hardworking, driven people here. But they are driven away by the prehistoric thinking that prevails in the arenas of politics and, to a lesser extent, business in these parts. The even more frustrating thing: This very phenomenon (along with the inclement weather and the the dearth of interesting geology) is what keeps the property costs here insanely low, and thus, is what keeps many of us who should know better from leaving. The demand for homes here is so pathetically anemic that buying one is tragically affordable. By comparison, buying a house anywhere else is financial hari-kari. KnwowhatImsayin? My Midwestern bruthas and sistahs no doubt do.