My aunt and uncle are snowbirds who regularly use pods when they go back and forth in the spring and fall. They have had overwhelmingly good experiences. The last time I moved cross country I shipped about 20 boxes of books media mail through the post office, and that was fine.
Oh no, this made me think about what law school cost me (currently $175,000 in loans and slowly rising + all those bar expenses + the tuition I actually paid for out of pocket, probably $40,000? - I don't even want to think about why I spent/am still spending that much money on law school) vs. how much I have earned in 4 years as a public defender (still less than $175,000), and now I am sad. Oh well, at least there's income based repayment.
@lisaf That was the first thing I thought! At least on The Office they acknowledged that it was somewhat awkward and inappropriate, even if Pam decided to be okay with it in the end.
I went to a Montessori pre-school and loved it. I went into kindergarten knowing how to read and add and subtract, and already loving learning, which I believe is part of why elementary school was such a positive experience for me (let's not talk about middle school - a nightmare no matter what you do).
I feel like I could write a novel about all of the bad roommates I have had, but the finest of the bunch was an individual I will refer to as The Hippie. My junior year of college I lived in a four bedroom house with a friend from school, a grad student, and this divorced middle school music teacher in his mid-forties. He was The Hippie. He was absolutely filthy and he never had any money. He regularly left his dirty dishes on the front porch. He filled up the shared dvr with back episodes of Crossing Jordan. He would regularly eat my food. When confronted he would promise to replace the items when he got paid, but when he did get paid he would blow it all on weed and binge eating pringles and ice cream sundae pop tarts (the detritus of which would remain scattered around the living room until someone else picked it up for him), replacing my good bread and cheese with wonder bread and american cheese. He wore shorts and t-shirts all winter and would crank the thermostat up to 80 when we weren't looking (even though he was months behind on his share of the utilities). He almost got fired when he dyed his long gray hair hot pink, so then he dyed it and most of our shared bathroom black. He had so many speeding tickets that he lost his license, so he had to bike an hour to work. Then he fell off his bike and broke his collarbone - on that occasion he knocked on my door and woke me up in the middle of the night to ask if I would drive him to the emergency room. I said of course, let's go, and then he explained he didn't feel like going right then, but could I take him tomorrow around 11? (I could not.) I came home one day to find the house filled with smoke and a large clay fetus baking in the oven. Said fetus showed up a few weeks later in a massive sculpture that took over our entire living room for a few weeks. It was meant to be part of a pro-choice rally that he and his band members were staging. It just so happened that my very Catholic parents were visiting, and I discovered the sculpture when I brought them over to show them where I was living. I am pro choice too, but I had a hard time explaining, without warning, why there was a giant web in the living room that incorporated upside down crucifixes, mutilated statues of the Virgin Mary, and again, the clay fetus. I guess the lesson is, beware of middle aged men who are reduced to living with college students.
Who doesn't want to end up like the Golden Girls someday?
I SHOULD bike to work, because I live 3 miles from my office and there is a bike path that I could take almost the entire way. I don't bike to work because I take my dog to work, and I am afraid to put him in any sort of carrier because 1) I am pretty sure he would not like it and 2) I don't really want to be a person who puts a dog in a carrier and bikes to work, because then it seems like I've become some sort of yuppie who likes their dog too much, and I just haven't figured out how to emotionally handle that. And also helmet hair. But I do carpool instead! If anyone has had success biking with a dog in a carrier, I am interested to hear about it.
Other than the weather, Burlington VT meets most of your requirements. It does get pretty cold - not Maine or Canada cold, but cold.
Every time I have applied for a job that required this kind of test up front (Panera, Banana Republic, random deli in my hometown) I have not even gotten an interview. So, I don't know what that says about me. But I do love the M-B test. My husband and I are both INTJ (introvert love!) and we are both lawyers (which, according to the M-B is a good fit for us), for whatever that is worth.
My main takeaway from this is OMG What Not to Wear is finally streaming on Netflix!