No, I’m not talking about depression or anxiety or any of those things Bo Burnham was singing about.
Not even existential dread. Which is ironic, y’know, considering that I’m me.
That’s what’s so funny. I’m not feeling that existential dread, the inexorable pull back into the past while hurtling toward the future, the angst and anger over condominiums and housing developments (I’m sorry, but I really, really hate them).
I went to Moab last weekend with some friends … two weekends ago? Time is weird. Anyway, they all went river rafting, but because of my injury, I couldn’t go rafting. I took myself on a moderately successful hike and spent the afternoon driving around the town. And you know what? Once you get off that main drag, there’s really not much touristy crap.
And I didn’t feel it, that angst. I went looking for it. Because Utah towns are all built on the same type of grid system, strung like beads on the necklace of the highway, I knew where to look. Downtown is, well, downtown. Neighborhoods spiral out, growing more rural and agricultural the farther out you go. And then suddenly BAM a real estate development appears.
I saw a couple. A few apartment complexes and a couple condo communities. But they still didn’t feel like that like the ones in Utah County do.
And it’s got me thinking.
Amber Sorensen 