I’m bored. Bored with the rain that wont end and the summer that refuses to arrive. I’m bored with the midwest and its never ending flat nothingness and prairie bullshit. I’m bored with moving into year three in our Chicagoland adventure. I’m just flat out bored.
I realized in May, when the boredom was creeping into every fiber of my being and making me feel like I wanted to throw myself on the ground and throw a temper tantrum that this May felt different. If we had followed our previous cycles from years previous, the first week in May would have been our first week in a new place. Every two years on that week we’d be finishing up a road trip (Seattle to Olympia, then Olympia to Alaska, and then Alaska to Chicagoland) and unpacking in our new unfamiliar home. We’d be looking to the future to figure out our new world, explore, see what this place was all about. Every two years we got a do-over. An adventure. A chance to see and do things we’d never done before. And it was always scary, but also thrilling.
This summer there’s no restart button. We’re just here. Still living in the midwest. A place that I wont lie, I could have easily packed my things and said goodbye to after two years. Thanks for all the deep dish pizza Chicago, I wont miss you. But instead we’re still here. There’s no adventure to start, people to meet, house to unpack and adventure to begin. This is our third summer in the midwest, and I’m just uninspired.
I scour the internet looking for wilderness, adventure, water. Something to look at that will take my breath away and fill me with wonder and inspiration. I look for cabins tucked away in forests. For canoe trails that stretch for miles. Homes with docks that overlook a quiet lake. I find things, I find tons of things, but none are right. They don’t allow pets, or they are too far, or they’re booked or too expensive or too pathetic or something’s just not right and then I’m overwhelmed with how stupid I sound and feel and give up.
I think the hardest part is I don’t know this area. Even after two years here the midwest confuses me. I look at things online and I think, is there honestly a reason to go to Missouri? Is that something people do? I’m a west coast girl through and through. I could plan a weekend away in CA, OR, WA or AK in an afternoon depending on what kind of temperature I was looking for and the kind of vibe I wanted. But here? I’m stumped. I know I need to just jump, but my indecisiveness paralyzes me. Here are some of the places that have caught my eye. You been? Suggestions? Somewhere I missed? Please. Dear readers. Help me.
So help me. Help me accept that I will see none of these places this summer. Or help me pick one of these places. Or a different location. One where I can bring my dogs that doesn’t cost me a full paycheck, and where I can get a little nature for a change.
If I can’t pick something my Getting to Know the Midwest Pinterest board is just going to keep growing…