SLC...2 years later.

Not much has changed since I last wrote about SLC. Unfortch. It still sucks big balls. Lately what has been most annoying is the exclusivity upon which the state's natives operate. Most people here have grown up here, have their own circles, and they do not allow others into these circles without a great deal of effort from the outsider. I don't have the energy for such things...particularly since I am not sure it's worth the effort. I think it's no mere coincidence that our favorite people here are those who didn't grow up here. Eric and I say over and over again, "WHERE ARE ALL THE FUN PEOPLE?!" Frankly, they're hard to find. And by "fun" we mean people who aren't bored marrieds, too young and immature, too old and too mature, too young with kids, older and kid-having...basically, kids put a damper on things. It's impossible to find friends our age without kids. Our new neighborhood collectively hates us, we believe, owing to our lack of children and our relative youth. Also because we're not enormous, quite frankly. This photo shows you the looks we receive from the disgruntled parents on our block on a daily basis.