Mindsay Blog Reunion Tour Entry #3 (The Setting)

Something else I've forgotten to mention about myself-- I'm 20. I always forget to mention my age because I normally feel like I'm 40. And if I don't feel 40, I feel 16. So I feel like my age isn't important. BUT MY BIRTHDAY IS. April Fools Day<3

Anyway, today I will talk about where I live. YAY. I live in good ol' Hudson, Florida. Except those of us who live around here will affectionately refer to it as Scudson. We're in between Spring Hood and Port Rehab, and then New Port Nowhere is pretty close by too. Yeahhh man, we love it here . . . or whatever.

Mostly people live in this town at first against their will. Then they find themselves trapped here. And then they die here . . . typically from a drug overdose or from the fact that our highway is the deadliest part of US19 in the country.

However, my town is so unimportant that most Floridians don't know what the fuck I'm saying when I say "Hudson." They usually don't even recognize "Pasco County." At least they know where the Gulf of Mexico is (normally) because I basically live right on that. To make things simpler for people, I just say I'm from Tampa. Technically, I do live outside of Tampa. By considering ourselves part of the Tampa Area, we save ourselves a lot of confused looks when we travel outside the area.

So. Am I stuck here? Going to die here? I am not going to die here. But I actually don't mind it here all that much. You just have to know which scumbags to avoid. But I love Florida. When I move, I'm definitely moving somewhere else in this state. Flip flops all year long<3 And I just like how "Florida" just has bright and sunny connotations. We're here to make you happy :] (We're just trying to change the color on your mood ring<3)

I didn't' always live here. I spent the first 11 years of my life in New Jersey. North Jersey, to be exact, so I have always been from the hood. I was a miserable, depressed, and eventually suicidal child (odd to hear at such a young age, but I started/experienced many things young) and I worked really hard at being happy after moving down here. For that reason, I would never want to live back up north ever again (or at least not in that general area), just because I associate it with depression and misery. It's okay to visit for a bit, but I don't want to risk my sanity by living there again.

I had basically worked myself out of my depression by the time I was 13 but kind of relapsed at 15. 15 and 16 were dark ages and I hid a lot of shit from a lot of people (including my internet friends). I've done things I'm not proud of but it's whatever. I have made sure I am much different person today, and I am generally pretty happy in life. :] I worked hard for happiness, so sometimes it feels good to brag about it. haha. Mostly though, I feel bad for talking about how happy I am when I know some of my close friends are not feeling the same way in their life; I feel like I'm rubbing my awesomeness in their miserable faces when I don't even mean to!

And that's a bit more about my background, I guess. I've traveled all up and down the east coast and every state basically looks the same. I would like to start venturing out west. I really, really want to visit Seattle. Someone should come with me!!!!!!!!