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But somehow, in Alaska, I was like one of those plants that only bloom once a century — it took most of my life up to that point to gain the strength and confidence I needed to really shine.
I think I was successful because there was nothing at stake.
He had a hot tub and the kind of marijuana addiction that made him tack brightly colored carpet samples to a wall because he wanted something “cool” to look at while he was high.
I didn’t mind floating around a little stoned, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to talk about flooring for more than 60 days.
I sold all of my furniture, quit my job, bought a car, and spent two months by myself on a cross-country road trip to Alaska.
I assumed my romantic life in Alaska would continue the same way it had everywhere else I lived — sparse and unexciting.
I had moved to Alaska to try something completely new, and to set my own limits.
My lack of a high-school love life and the fact that I never saw any hometown dick makes it easy to go back to visit now, but at the time it made me feel ill-prepared for dating in the real world.It’s where I ran after September 11; I was 24 years old, working for the United Nations, and exhausted by the fact that I had to pass through an endless series of security checkpoints every time I needed to pee.I was completely freaked out — not in the sexy “Winona Ryder in Girl, Interrupted” way, but in the “wow, you’re really eating mashed potatoes for every meal, huh? I went to visit a friend in Anchorage in February 2002, and it felt right.Like many beautiful, charming, intelligent women, I’ve been cultured to believe I am a grotesque, overwhelming buffoon, and I have a tendency to act accordingly.I hadn’t changed anything about the way I looked or behaved, and I didn’t want to.