and I wrote for like 2 hours straight.

I have a pretty serious Love/Hate relationship with the city I grew up near. On one hand, I love Keene, where you can leave anything out in thte open and you know nobody will take it. I once left a $2000 pair of wheels in the trunk of my car in plain view with the door unlocked, all day long. See, in NYC, that would be me, the worlds biggest fool, calling the cops to search the streets and homes of 8 million people for something black and round. In Keene, door unlocked is like "Oh, whoops" and move on.
On the other hand I . . .
Ha, see, in NYC here's me getting my ass kicked out of this library for eating this peanut butter covered granola bar (I spread the peanut butter right here) and getting crumbs everywhere. In Keene, there's someone laughing in some other room somewhere, and nobody notices.
Just so I don't seem totally inconsiderate, I dropped the crumbs on my notebook and funelled them into my mouth, which just goes to show (A) How versatile my notebook is and (B) how unnecessary rules and supervision are. If you believe people are basically good, which only a few bad eggs don't, then you realize poeple stop being peole and become animals in the face of legislation, and indeed, any simple rule, but fare perfectly acceptably when left to their own devices. So to the people who make rules: Stop playing God. That's what we have God for. Hearkening back to the Old Testament when Nathaniel's like trying to convince the Israelites that they don't want a king and they're all like "No! We do! We do!". Idiots. They should have been like "No! We want what the Athenians have!". Anyway . . .
On the other hand I hate Keene, and indeed all of New England, where you can barely go outside 6 months out of the year, and the rest are cold and rainy. It sucks. I would love Keene if it were like SoCal here. Hot and dry. All the time. That's comfortable.
Have you ever noticed how much New Englanders complain about the weather? I mean it never ends. If you don't want to live here, then just don't live here. Stop complaining! Makes sense, yes?
I've wanted to live somewhere else since I was like 13 years old. The first time I left the state without my parents I was like "Dude, Texas is the way to go." Then I was like "Colorado" and then I was like "Pennsylvania" and now I'm like "California". Now I sound like I don't appreciate anything, but the truth is that recently, against all odds, I've become really glad that I live where I do, glad that we didn't move years ago, and kind of reluctant to leave. Kaisa, you're amazing, and I love you <3

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Chris