Yet paradoxically, cruise ships only leave from the coasts.
I know, I can tell when they are docking because the average weight in the city doubles. Which brings me to why flyover country really rocks. It isn't rocking, it is just a stampede at Marshall's.
McMansion architecture. The hometown follies. Bingo night. "Food." Etc.
You are confusing suburbia with fly-over country. They are the nicest, most genuine people you will meet. I would much rather spend time with them then the coastal liberals. You need to get a little further away from the "coast".
My three block walk to work involves neighbors waving and saying high to me, picking some fruit (oranges/figs/blackberries/pecans, depending on the season), and beautiful magnolias.
I drive about 3,000 miles a year.
A downtown, three bedroom home bordering a park, for 1.5 x my annual salary.
Honest-to-god fresh food - gulf shrimp literally right off the boat for $2.00/pound.
Almost 1,000,000 acres of public land bordering my city.
Big fish in a small pond. I can work 40-45 hours a week and still be at the top of my profession.
BCS conference football, basketball, and baseball most weekends, usually free or close to it.
I realize I could make a lot more if I were to move back to a big market. I'm just don't think my quality of life would be any better.
Florida isn't flyover country. It's just a red state that happens to be useful for sending our old parts to.
I now live in the panhandle, aka South Alabama. Plus, I think most of what I posted, aside from perhaps the gulf shrimp, could apply to flyover states as well.
1. Not much to do but drink and fuck
2. Cheap fresh produce (although no seafood)
3. Farmers markets 4x a week (kinda goes with 2)
4. The women are less jaded and OCD
I still fucking hate it though. Getting out of the midwest cannot come soon enough for me. Just 2.5 more years.....urk.
I know, I can tell when they are docking because the average weight in the city doubles. Which brings me to why flyover country really rocks. It isn't rocking, it is just a stampede at Marshall's.
I could see you adjusting to life in Sublette, Kansas. Would make a great sit-com.