It is 2011, where are the jet-packs? The flying cars? Teleportation? The future is today.
If (when?) they do invent teleportation, the first place I’d beam myself is an easy choice. There is a small po-dunk town south of Houston, where the mosquitoes are progressive and the people are not. That’s where I would teleport myself. Probably daily.
An aerial view of the coast, just a short drive from my hometown.
Why would I want to go to such a hot-bed of insects and humidity you ask? The nightlife (a warehouse that only sells domestic beer)? The culture (a museum that boasts a historic mural of life on the Brazos in the 1800s)? The views (you haven’t seen a sunset until you’ve a chemical orange sunset). No, none of these reasons.*
Just outside my hometown: peaceful, serene.
The answer is, because that’s where my mommy lives. And my dad, my brother, my grandparents, most of my aunts and uncles, cousins and loads and loads of nieces and nephews. I love my family. I just don’t want to live where they live.
My big family.
But if they had teleportation, I could live where I want and still get to see my family regularly. It would be really super. No more 12 hour treks from SeaTac to Hobby. No more flying in cramped quarters. No more spending of all our vacation funds to see family. A dream. So, yo! Inventors, get on it. And I want a jet-pack too.
Inspired by the Daily Post. The topic of the day: When teleportation is finally possible, where will you beam yourself first?
*This post is meant to be tongue-in-cheek and I mean absolutely no offense to my readers from Brazoria County. I love you all and I miss home all the time.
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