North Carolina Nightmare

I just got back late last night from a trip to North Carolina. I used to be able to say I've been to more countries than I have states, but unfortunately I can't anymore from going to the worst state I've ever been to. Such a waste. I didn't mind the reason why I went, the part that was all worth it, which was to see my 22 year old brother graduate from an elite group of the Air Force called Combat Controller. He received his scarlet brae, which was a big enough deal for six people to get on airplanes and travel six hours plus two more in cars to see it.

The first thing that made the trip a pain in the ass was that I had to travel with my family. I love my family to death, but any family would get sick of each other if they had to spend four days in cramped spaces with one another. To add to it my crabby uncle Robert, that every feels they have to walk on egg shells when talking to him, was in a very foul mood the whole time because he was in a lot of pain from a recent falling on ice accident. If roles had been switched, for instance if my sister had been getting married across the country for the first time, I know he wouldn’t of come because in reality he didn’t make it to my sister’s first wedding until the ceremony was over and the worst part of it was that it took place at my grandmas house in same town he lives. Just goes to show how much he cares about my brother, but nobody else, not even my Dad, his own brother. I don’t dislike him for not liking me, I actually pity him, he’s the one made it his life choice to shut out women and anyone who’s ever cared for him. (Sorry I went off subject, I had to get my feelings about my uncle out. I’ve seen him about four times over a two year period so spending four days with him was more than I could handle).

So I had my family who I love with me, but because I’m not accustom to spending so much time with them I was easily irritated the whole trip. On top of it North Carolina is the worst state I’ve ever been to. I would never move there even if I had a husband ten years from now that could get a promotion if we moved there. I actully met a guy on the plane that had moved to the capital of N.C. from Boston, he looked as though a promotion was the reason he moved. He said he liked the city he lived in, but I don't think he likes it more than Boston. The one thing I will give the state though is it has a lot more trees than Washington, which was a pleasant surprise to see, maybe that's something that Boston doesn't have.

I can’t really pin point why I disliked N.C. so much except I felt dirty the whole time I was there. The trees were the only thing that was clean about it. Tons of billbords were everywhere. I couldn't believe how many churches were there. Every block had a church with a steeple. It seemed like you could tell how wealthy a church was by how big the steeple was. Towards the end of the trip though I was able to block out everything that was getting to me because we stopped at a Barnes and Noble (nothing makes me feel more at home than a book store) and I picked up a book recommended to me by a professor called Memoirs of a Geisha. The book was good to the point I had a hard time believing it was fiction because the novel was written extremely well that it felt like the story was about a real life geisha.

This whole trip taught me three things: Never ever again travel with my family across the country especially with my uncle, North Carolina is the worst place to take a vacation at, and books stores make me feel like I’m back in the fine area of Seattle. These are all valuable lessons I hope I never to forget!
P.S. If you ever go to a southern state, do not go to a waffle house, no matter how much southeners boast about them.