Reflections from OU Cousins

Last night I got to go out one last time with my OU cousin. We went to Buffalo Wild Wings, shared some wings and amazing fries and talked about the year. Nok complained about how huge the US is, and how she had to choose between going to California and visiting the Northeast instead. She settled on touring New York City and Washington DC before returning to Thailand, but she wasn’t happy about it, and I was reminded of just how huge the US is. I’ve lived here for twenty years, but I’ve visited less than half of the states, seen almost none of the east coast, and have never been outside of the lower 48 with the exception of my trip to Italy last summer. Travel is such a different concept in the US than in other parts of the world. Where it takes us hours in a plane to cross the country, the same time can be used to cross several sovereign borders in Europe and parts of Asia, including the area that Nok is from. And in Europe’s case travel across all those borders is faster and cheaper than traveling from LA to Orlando is in the US. For a region that had to work across multiple governments, borders, sets of laws, and vastly different peoples, Europe still manages to encourage more mixing and interaction across its borders than the US seems to across its states. Life in Oregon is very different than life in Oklahoma, and because of that we focus on different issues and take different stands. That’s great, there’s nothing wrong with having different concerns, but when we forget how to relate to each other’s concerns we begin to create problems. In Europe, most people want to speak several languages, they wanted to be able to interact with different people. When I visited Italy, I hardly got to use what little Italian I knew because everyone there wanted to practice their English on me. In the US we can barely remember that members of other political parties are logical human beings too, especially those from different states. We’re such a huge group of people spread over so much land, we tend to forget about the other parts of the country and focus on our own county, state, region. We forget that those squares on the map represent other groups of people as different and as human as the people in our own little square, and that’s really a sad thing.