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Originally Posted by Sebring Studios
I could have written every word of that as my own story. Give me a good old fashioned L.A. earthquake anyday. (90% of the time you don't even know what it is until it's over) The other 10%? Well...
I rode out Katrina, Dennis and Rita here. I didn't move 2000 miles to run away from my home every few weeks.
When I told my ex I was moving here (The Redneck Rivera) for the cheap real estate her only response was "There's a reason it's so cheap." She was right. Not to mention the humidity, the bugs, the snakes, the crocodiles, and most of all the Southern attitude, but that's another story.
Fuck it, six more weeks and I'm in Vegas permanently.  |
Congratulations! Yeah that is the way us westies feel down here, exactly.
I have managed to put up with the bugs, I have embraced the humidity and told myself my skin is healthier, I have shrugged off the Southern attitude and figured everyone is different all over and it doesn't matter. And yet now these things matter very little right now in the wake of a very real storm threat.
Having to leave my house and all my shit for something like this, when several times in my life I have already packed everything I own and moved thousands of miles with all my belongings behind me, makes me think the word "evacuation" translates into "move."
If I am going to have to leave here and go to Texas, why return to this place if this is a recurring threat?!? Insane. Illogical. Makes zero sense.
I am a control freak, my personality does not lend itself to conformity, and with this there are too many unknowns. Way too many unknowns with tropical weather.
I can't bash people who stay, they are mostly natives, and I might do the same if I were them. But for me? naaahhh, y'all keep the storms, I will be one less person in the way.