You're a really nice town. I've lived with you for a short time in my early twenties. I blamed my departure on you, but in retrospect I admit that it had more to do with drugs and depression than my anthropomorphizing an entire town. For that I apologize sincerely.
Yet despite your general disinterest in religion and no state income tax, I don't think I can live here. Sorry for that. I mean, it was really cool that I got to see the Dalai Lama and everything, but I just don't think it's the right fit. And I really miss hanging out with my friend Paul. He's an inspiration when it comes to working in the non-profit sector. Maybe it's the constant gray skies and drizzle. Maybe it's the horrible taste of my past here. It just ain't the town for me.
Right now it must seem as if I don't like anywhere. That's not true. Boise, Idaho is kind of awesome. Debbie and I are driving through Boise again on our way back to Salt Lake (another possible location strangely enough) and I'm going to check out more of it.
I think this means I have to start a theatre company. Oh dear.
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