For those who aren’t aware, I was gone the last 2 weeks. I was going through a transition period where I moved from Connecticut to Florida. I think change is good. Especially a change in surroundings when you’ve been living in the same state your whole life. At the time of this writing, it’s 8:21 PM and I’m about ready to turn in.
As my 1st full day as a Floridian comes to a close, I’m settling in quite nicely. I’ve opened up an account at Planet Fitness to get myself in shape. I’ve familiarized myself with the local highway that is a hotbed for vehicular crashes. I’ve done some essential shopping to help my fitness goals. Like I said, things are moving quite nicely.
Florida and Connecticut are worlds away from each other, I can tell you that. The trees and foliage are different. The traffic lights here are horizontal instead of vertical like Northern traffic lights. Also, people down here have a more palpable desire to maintain and practice individual autonomy. Most Southerners are disregarding the “face-mask” policy in the era of Corona. At Walmart, the only people wearing masks are the employees.
Hey, I ain’t dissing ’em. I think it’s flippin’ cool. Face masks don’t protect you from contracting the virus anyway. Besides, protecting other people can be accomplished via social distancing. “We don’t need no stinking gubmint telling us what to do!” seems to be the general sentiment around these parts.
God, I love the South.
Their love of self-reliance and individual freedom is truly inspiring. If you live according to the order of the State, then you’re just a drone. If you’re not living according to your heart, you’re not really living.
Now, that’s a tidbit about the South from a Nutmegger (someone from Connecticut) to you. Here’s what a Nutmegger can tell you about the world at large: It’s freaking large.
See, Connecticut is the 3rd smallest US state in geographical size. Its cities are roughly 20-30 minutes away from each other. There is not a lot of empty real estate when you traverse the interstate highways. (I’ll cover this a little more when I release my road trip videos on YouTube) If you’re traveling through a state that is geographically larger and has lower population density than your home state, you’re bound to spend more time driving and seeing nature along with the blue skies above it.
You also may…how should I put this? Feel frustrated that you’re not progressing through your journey as quickly as you’d like? That’s what I was feeling on the way down anyway. The states like Pennsylvania, Virginia, and Alabama seemed too vast for their own good. Those journeys seemed to go on for eternity.
And therein lies the lesson: Some people, depending on where they’re from, seem overly eager to reach the destination rather than appreciating the journey.
Don’t rush to reach the end, that’s my advice. Ironically, I had a hard time following this myself. This “frustration” during my road trip was mostly innate. It’s a microcosm of a much larger problem I have: I rush things too often and seriously need to chill.
Southerners seem to know how to chill. Time is a more elastic concept to them. They just relax and enjoy the journey that life takes them. They look around and bask in God’s green Earth. They know the destination will arrive one way or another. This is the wisdom they glean (partly) from the wide areas between their cities and the overabundance of nature around their homes. It’s flippin’ great.
God, I love the South.