Picking up the thread of an old project, I was able to find several LJ’s for people in and around my old hometown. The downside? They’re all kids. Trivial kids who can’t form a complete sentence unless they’re whinging. God save me from teenblogs.

It’s not really their fault - most adolescents around there go through some phase like that. I chalk it up to being stuck in the boonies and yet having access to mass media. But I can’t say I have any desire to read them.

I’m beginning to recollect exactly why I had such a hard on to get *out* of there when I was 18.

That, of course, is the big irony. ‘Cause I would like nothing better than to be able to live in the area now. But if I hadn’t been able to get away when I did, I’d never have been able to appreciate the value of air that doesn’t smell like car fumes, or a quiet afternoon unpuncuated by sirens. I never would have understood just how much I love wildflowers and how much I despise asphalt. I also never would have been able to draw the distinction that while I may not like most of the people I grew up around (talking about non-family here) I do love the place itself.

I’d never have come to understand these things if I hadn’t left.

The new project? Find a good, *intelligent* blog from someone living in Sussex County. I have faith. I will find it eventually.