you sound like a hamster already. Two more things we need to know:

A) do you look like a hippy?

B) no one is allowed in unless they smoke grass or eat organic/vegan. The hippy police make sure that everyone is compliance.

You'd be a welcome addition to our city and definitely to our small burner group here. See you soon!

Your post was aeons ago, but I'll bite anyway. Many people come to Bellingham, believing that they can slip across the border when martial law is declared. That's a nice fantasy, but it won't happen. The borders being open, I mean. They will close down inexorably, instantly. The environment is lovely, especially if you're a druid. You may imagine this to be a cool place, a veritable college town, until you look around. I mean, really look around. Then you'll discover that many of the students are freshman from Eastern WA., and that they bring with them certain born-again values, along with a not so hip political ethos. We have demonstrations every week in front of the Federal Bldg. These our our home grown Trotskyites, who don't really care about strategic niceties such as planning or making any real impact. Many of them are narcissists, more intent on adolescent rebellion than making a difference. We're not talking a lot of people here, a handful (literally) in all. You don't come to Bellingham for Sun magazine; the consciousness movement is here, but it is still pretty primitive, sorta like it is in Kansas. Our municipal totem is not the wolf or the cougar, not the jaguar or the anaconda. We call ourselves hamsters. That's pretty appropriate, all in all. Elsewhere I described hamsters as furry, cute and stupid. Passive too. But hey, we're mellow. Clinically depressed, but yeah, we're somewhat mellow. You might carve out a life here if you want to flee the big city. After more than two years here, I have no illusions. There are certain trade offs. . . .