M-SF&T Adventures #5

The adventure continues…well, okay, the adventure is still in the early stages, but things are getting strange.

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Southern Goth in a Northern Town-February 2018: One Full Year of Southern Goth in a Northern Town!

So – this is the first anniversary of Southern Goth in a Northern Town.

Wow.

I’ve been doing this feature/column/call it what you will/thing for an entire year. And I managed to make a post every month. Not always on time, but at least I managed to post something. I will call that a win.

I started doing this to see if I could set myself a theme and a schedule and actually write a piece every month. It was a challenge to myself and I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to do it. I figured I’d get distracted, get depressed, decide it’s too much work (okay, I did decide that, but somehow kept on writing anyway).

This month, I was going to write about whether or not I’d continue this or do something different. But, when I was discussing this month’s piece with Der Mann and Herself, they both couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t continue writing this feature. So I said, well, maybe a lack of topics? I mean…I’ve been here three years now. What else is there to notice?

Hoooo, yeah, was that a catalyst or what?

They immediately came back with a list of things that they thought it would be highly amusing for the Southern Goth to take on; in fact, I now think I have at least another year and a half of topics for this space.*

*Herself has requested (and is is really looking forward to, it seems) that I discuss fried baloney, biscuits & gravy, and barbecue, whether I do them all in one blog or break them up into separate blogs, because I tried barbecue up here, and um…no. Trust me. Just NO. I’m not even going to try biscuits & gravy or fried baloney unless I make it myself.

Since this is supposed to be a retrospective, let’s see – what has changed? Well, around February 9th, we finally got what I envisioned as “Michigan Snow”. It dropped nearly a foot on us over the course of the day, the roads were terrible when the Bossman sent me home (early), we had to shovel the car out of the snow over the weekend, and scrape an eighth-inch of ice off the windshield in order to get to work on Monday.

It was GLORIOUS.

Other than that, nothing has changed. People here still drink unsweet tea, call coke “pop” or “soda”, complain constantly about the snow, whine about traffic if they have an extra five minutes on their drive, and act like they’ve never seen a Goth before and that I’m some kind of oddity.

Anyway, there are some changes on the horizon, so we shall see what the next year brings and what I’ll find to write about in this space. It’s time, I think, to branch out and begin looking for things to try or attend, like conventions or meet-up groups, or maybe even a class or two.** This, I have no doubt, will lead to even more topics for this space.

**Note to self: perhaps I should actually sign up for that sewing class I’ve been nattering about for years.

So – to wrap this up – Southern Goth in a Northern Town is going to continue as a feature for the foreseeable future (the foreseeable future being the next twelve months). After that, well, we will see.