I decided to take a few hours to organize my digital self today. I may start posting in here again. And my webpage is hideously out of date which I shall remedy shortly.
In this day and age of twitter and its ilk, blogs and websites seem positively Victorian. I cannot motivate myself to tell you what I had for breakfast, but I admire those with such self-possession.
Life is good. Children doing interesting things, amazing grad students, work fun, Obama poised to win. My Night Elf priest got her first piece of T6.
Looking back at my life (I'm getting to the age where you start doing stuff like that), I realize how privileged I have been. My parents came from extremely humble backgrounds (although they were educated and part of the middle class). Thanks to my grandparents being incredibly hardworking, in only one intervening generation, I have had a very different set of experiences than they: traveled all over the world, met some of the smartest people on the planet (literally) in my work life, and had the wonderful experience of building my dream house.
By contrast, one of my grandmothers was a cleaning lady after my grandfather died, and my other grandmother was a farm wife whose labor literally never ended (although she finally got the eight kids out of the house and then had some peace). I think it is such life histories that make America a little different than many places I have visited which have more stable class structures.
So where have I traveled? When I was in Sweden recently I met an American who had been to 45 states. I was moved to count my states: 30. Sheesh, I have a lot more to see, including Maine, Montana, and Alaska in particular. (This count only includes those where I have actually seen something, not just driven through).
During dinner with the American and our Swedish hosts, we started talking about travel, and the American and I were waxing poetic about desert scenery, the Grand Canyon, Mount Rushmore, and the like. The Swedes listened and then agreed with each other that they were amazed we were so excited about our own country. They did not mean it in that snide European way (you don't have any healthcare...) but were genuinely impressed at our enthusiasm and connection to the American landscape. I realize Swedes are a little more temperate than Americans, but still it's interesting to see how others see you. I have had many similar conversations with other Americans and always thought it perfectly natural to gush over traveling in America. You learn about home by being away from home.
So, I've still got 20 more states, but I have also been to New Guinea, Western Samoa, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, China, Russia, Lithuania, Austria, Finland, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Belgium, France, Italy, and the UK. Everywhere (except Belgium for some odd reason) I have met locals, through work or fieldwork, so I feel I have seen something deeper than a tourist typically sees.
The extent of my travels leaves many many places I have not been to, but one of my grandmothers never set foot outside Ohio after she emigrated from Italy, and the other one only left Ohio once to visit my family in California.