Moving back to Central Oregon

Currently life finds me North of Boston Ma, but I’m originally from Oregon and most recently from Central Oregon. I’ve recently decided it is time to head home, that is back to Central Oregon. Either to Bend or Redmond haven’t quite decided yet which. That won’t mean much to many of you, but since I’m writing I might as well line out why Oregon is a much better place to live than in the Boston area.

Traffic

What can I say about traffic in and around Boston? Until you’ve experienced it first hand you have absolutely NO CLUE. Anyone who knew me in Central Oregon (and drove with me) knew I’d get a little testy about traffic. After living here I can say with no doubt in my mind that I will never again whine and complain about having to wait for 3 or 4 cars to get past so I can get out into traffic. You won’t catch me spitting nails over having to drive 15 miles in “slow” (i.e. 65-70 MPH) traffic. In and around Boston a 15 mile jaunt can easily turn into an hour expedition, and that on major roadways!

People

When I say that people look like they’d like to mace you for saying “Hi” I’m not exaggerating. Not everyone of course, but enough that you just get this certain uneasy feeling about being neighborly. Speaking of neighborly, doesn’t exist around here. Been same place for seven months and have not once met even one of my 6 or 7 families of neighbors. I know it has to do with me as much as them, but it seems so wrong when you’re practically living on top of each other not to get to know one another to one degree or another.

Humidity

The only things worse than humidity is death. At the time I’m banging this out on my laptop the humidity is sitting at 76% (it’s 3:25am). I’ll say it again, the humidity is SEVENTY SIX PERCENT. The temperature? 74 degrees. 74 degrees in 76% humidty is NO joking matter. I’m used to 20-30% humidity. I like not sweating like a pig when it’s only 74 degrees.

Trees

I really enjoy trees. Forests and such. I had someone kind enough to point me to a local state park North of Boston which I eagerly travelled to expecting… I’m not sure what I was expecting but it wasn’t what I got. I walked for 30 minutes and CROSSED TO THE OTHER SIDE right up against a major roadway. 30 minutes to cross a state park! What’s better is that I had to walk the entire time on “improved walkways” that is the bike lane on the paved highway running through the middle of the state park. If you step off the road you’ll sink up to your hips in stagnant standing water that apparently covers the entire 720 acres of this state park. To be clear there are place that you can actually walk off the paved roadway. If you want to share them with 150 other people. Yeah, no thanks.

There you have it four reason which to many might seem minor, but to an uncultured, unprogressed, sort such as myself they make perfect sense.

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