I’ve been working for the last 9 months to come up with a solution to my homesickness and I think I’m finally there. I just need to get the part of Oregon I miss most to move here. Problem solved.
My latest project is to convince my friends and family to move to Wisconsin. I might’ve shot myself in the foot a little because the first 9 months here have been a little rough. I really miss home. To be fair, it’s not Wisconsin’s fault. Unfortunately it will simply never be my favorite place, because it will never be Oregon. It will always be the place I moved to when I left my home. And boy can I carry a long and unreasonable grudge.
And yet…you should move here. I swear, it’s obviously superior to where you live. Christina, I’m looking at you. Your state is about to halfway fall into the ocean whenever that Cascadia quake occurs. Get out while your real estate is still hot! Move to the superior state of Wisconsin, which is so superior it even has a lake – A Great Lake! called “Superior.” As if it needed selling, it is both Great and Superior. Argue with that, my friend.
Yes, as you pointed out, the state motto is a little dull and also vague. “Forward.” An undesirable trait in a person, a direction one might pursue right off a cliff, the most obvious and least creative position on a soccer team. What are we describing, Wisconsin? Seriously lackluster when compared to Oregon’s “she flies with her own wings.” Forward. Ho hum.
The state was, however, previously home to some pretty fascinating native culture that left behind artistically-shaped and enormous mounds. The PNW has petroglyphs but you know, some Christmas Valley yokel could’ve easily crayoned those in the night before the archeologists showed up. Just how do you establish the provenance of those scrawlings? But a giant mound? I’ll grant you that people can do some pretty amazing things in one night – crop circles, for instance – but they can’t make grass grow on a mound they just built. Even an archeologist or anthropologist (you should know!) would he capable of recognizing fresh-laid sod. These are legit.
Subsequent to those skilled natives the state was settled by the French, and I challenge you to identify a more superior civilization than the one that created both French onion soup and the eclair. Mmm…eclair…which brings us to Eau Claire, home of the Paul Bunyan logging museum. I haven’t visited it yet but I’m sure it’s better than any PNW logging museum, because I’ve been to lots of those (zzzzzzz).
Also tornadoes. Yes, I know we lost a couple Willamette valley pole barns to a tornado or two, but not like out here. We have actual storm chasers, which must mean there are chaseable storms available. I haven’t seen one yet but as Agent Mulder used to say, I want to believe.
Finally, Wisconsin’s chief trademark product, cheese, is clearly so superior to what the PNW produces that the famous Oregon dairy factory – the Tillamook Creamery itself – gets Wisconsin cheese and passes it off as it’s own! If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, what does it mean to steal something and pass it off as your own? A clear admission that your own product will forever be substandard and you’re just surrendering right now. Which is what you need to do, Oregonians and Washingtonians. Give it up, get out, and move Forward with your own wings. You’ll never beat Wisconsin.