FROM BIG APPLE TO BIG MOUNTAINS
The Odds are Good, but the Goods are Odd... September 17, 2012 20:30
When I lived in NYC, I never got asked out on dates from men. OK, I will admit, I got the occasional date, but it wasn't often. I promise I'm not asking for sympathy, but I am merely stating a fact. I bet you there are a lot of ladies out there in the Big City who could relate. Anyhow, I digress.
Moving to Jackson Hole, Wyoming has been great for a woman's ego. Starting day one of living in Jackson Hole, I was asked out by a man. I heard the phrase "The Odds are Good (They are actually GREAT!), but the Goods are Odd..."
For instance, I went on a few dates with a guy who had "no plumbing". When I shared this piece of information with some girlfriends over dinner in NYC on one of my return trips, one of my girlfriends asked "You mean he has ED (erectile dysfunction)?" NO! He literally has no plumbing since he lives in a yurt, but shares a communal outhouse. However, this is no typical yurt. This abode has the most amazing views of the Grand Tetons and Animal Kingdom outside his front door--buffalo, elk, bald eagles. He's a wonderful chap and still a friend.
Another Jackson Hole local I dated lived in a garage--the type of garage you park cars in and store gear. Not only did he live in a garage, but also he had a roommate in the same garage! I am not joking--a garage. It was an interesting experience hanging out in an insulated garage with a roommate. He's also a wonderful chap and I see him around town.
Is it too much to expect to date a guy who has a job? One very good looking skid aka "ski bum" guy asked me out on New Years Eve. I was quite flattered and in my somewhat tipsy state I asked him the innocuous question "How will you pay for the date?" knowing that he more busy skiing and not working. Being the charming self that he was, he answered "It's Sunday, I'll get a job Tuesday, make some money and then take you out that weekend." I found it all so tempting as he was so darling, but I just couldn't pull the trigger. Alas, we are on good terms and see each other around town as well.
Oh I have many more Jackson Hole dating stories and these are perhaps more of the "tame" ones. I am afraid that if I write the unabridged version, I will soon be chased out of beautiful Jackson Hole.
All I can say is the phrase "The Odds are Good, but the Goods are Odd..." does have some truth to it! ;-)
A Broken Heart... August 27, 2012 18:59 1 Comment
That is what brought me from the Big Apple (NYC) to the Big Mountains (of Jackson Hole) over seven years ago.
I was headed to London to switch up the big city living, but alas serendipity entered and made me head west instead.
Some times you know you have to make a big change, but stay stuck and paralyzed as to what that change should be.
I made this change with one eye closed and the other eye half open. I took a calculated risk. I landed a finance job in Jackson Hole before I moved here so if my "Out West" experiment didn't work, I knew I could always return to the Big Apple.
In NYC, what I found hard was this and maybe some of you can empathize. I never felt like I was ever enough--never smart enough, never pretty enough, never rich enough, never skinny enough, never funny enough, never charming enough. I went to Dartmouth College, earned my MBA at Harvard, worked in finance, traveled the world, speak multiple languages and all this was still not enough. I also felt like I was fighting to be a good person (trust me, I am not perfect), yet found myself constantly surrounded by wankers, wankers and more wankers.
Does this make any sense?
Fast forward seven years now and I am have ditched my Manolos and now wear my Dansko clogs I have said good bye to my 917 digits and hello 307. I went from renting a shoebox apartment to owning a beautiful home with a creek in my backyard overlooking fields where I see blue heron cranes, horses, mommy and baby moose and coyotes. It is Animal Kingdom right outside my kitchen window.
A few years ago there was an article in the Wall Street Journal that stated part of being "happy" was to have a short commute. I feel lucky to say my commute is now a twelve minute drive by car and along the way, I hear cows mooing, see mule deer and elk crossing the road, and watch red tail hawks and bald eagles fly above. In the summer time, I pick wild raspberries in my backyard and make jam for the winter months. I have time to do non-profit work being the treasurer for a nationally known environmental education-based non-profit here in Jackson Hole. Most weekends I am trying to figure out what outdoor activity to do. In the winter the vast choices include skiing Jackson Hole Mountain Resort (JHMR) aka "the Village", backcountry skiing the Grand Teton range or Teton Pass, snowmobiling in Yellowstone or to Granite Hot Springs, cross country skiing, skate skiing, finding hot local springs like Huckleberry Hot Springs. In the summertime, when the days are long (sun sets around 9.30pm) the various activities include bagging big peaks in Grand Teton National Park or the Winds, fly fishing the Snake River, the Henry's Fork, the South Fork, the New Fork, the Salt, road biking, mountain biking, trail running and the list goes on and on.
In closing I want to say that I share a glimpse of my Jackson Hole life not to gloat. Instead I want to give others an idea of another life that is possible if you're feeling stuck like I was living in New York City.
For me, I was ready to close my NYC chapter and start my WY chapter. It's been seven years and this chapter is still writing itself.