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I got to Alaska the way most people do: Through personal trauma and a series of questionable decisions.It’s where I ran after September 11; I was 24 years old, working for the United Nations, and exhausted by the fact that I had to pass through an endless series of security checkpoints every time I needed to pee.
It was isolating at times, and I definitely listened to Grant Lee Buffalo’s “Happiness” on repeat in my driveway one night while crying into a large pizza for one, but when everyone you know lives 3,000 miles away, you can really amp up the dormant part of your hedonistic tendencies.
I worked too much to even consider dating when I moved back to New York, aside from a few great make-out sessions in the local Irish pub at closing time.
By the time I moved to Alaska, I had been in a relationship without ever having been on a date.
I hadn’t changed anything about the way I looked or behaved, and I didn’t want to.
But somehow, in Alaska, I was like one of those plants that only bloom once a century — it took most of my life up to that point to gain the strength and confidence I needed to really shine.