Dude. Christmas just flew by. And I place the blame on the big move. There was unpacking to finish, frantic last minute shopping, 200 holiday cake balls to prepare, parties we couldn’t get out of… and if I had taken pictures of any of it, I’d share them in one big Christmas-related post. But since I didn’t, I’m coming to you with gripes of where I live. (Because I become disgruntled every December as I walk by those people still tanning by the pool.)
I have lived in southern California for a long time. Like, MY ENTIRE LIFE. In fact, I’ve spent my entire life right here inside the Orange Curtain. With one exception. Two pesky years The Husband and I spent in Monterey. (“Pesky” because, sadly, my work experience while we lived there left a bitter taste in my mouth that has unfortunately overshadowed what was really a lovely time in my life.)
Peeps, I don’t belong here.
Or maybe I do and I’ve just lived here so long that I’ve become desperate for a change. I suppose only a drastic move would put it all into perspective, but I don’t think The Husband would be willing to move across the country just to see if I’d like to continue living right here.
I made a pros and cons list. It didn’t exactly help.
Pro: The sun shines constantly!
Con: The sun shines constantly.
Pro: My family is close by!
Con: My family is close by.
Pro: There are lots of people!
Con: There are lots of people.
Pro: Great shopping!
Con: Great. Shopping.
Do you see where I’m going with this?
If I were being reasonable (and I rarely am), I’d say that it’s kind of cool (for lack of a better word) knowing I can go surfing and skiing in the same day… but I don’t do either. I have access to some of the best shopping in the world… and I hate to shop. San Diego, Los Angeles, Palm Springs… they’re all just an hour away. But I scrunch up my face in disgust whenever The Husband suggests making the drive.
Plus I’m partial to my own bed, thank you very much.
I’m not sure exactly where I belong or where I’d prefer to live. Definitely a place where I can experience all the seasons. I know I said the sun shines constantly here, but really, we go from summer… to rain… and back to summer. That’s it. And, despite my love of the rain, it gets a bit… boring. It’d be fun to see the leaves change colors or to wake up to a white Christmas.
Although, I’ll be honest, the snow scares me.
The Husband was born and raised in Minnesota. He has told me stories of winters so cold that they couldn’t leave the house or THEY’D DIE. This freaks me out. How do you know when you’re not supposed to leave the house?! Does someone tell you? Is it just assumed? Is it instinctual? Does an alarm sound like right before a tornado?
Oh, God, tornadoes.
I wish I weren’t so scared of, well, everything. I’d move into a house that was the only one around for miles. When we drove through Vermont that was one of the things I loved most. The houses were few and far between, scattered throughout the hills. It was late October and the trees were alight with the colors of fall. It was gorgeous.
It was during the same trip that we spent three days in Boston. I’d move to Boston in a heartbeat. I loved its history and small-town feel. I loved walking the Freedom Trail. I loved the town homes we passed when we got lost somewhere around the U.S.S. Constitution. I loved Dunkin Donuts.
Once in a while The Husband will suggest moving to Washington and to that I give an enthusiastic HELL YES. For three reasons. One, we already have family there and, let’s be honest, if it’s just The Husband and me? One of us is sure to kill the other. Two, it rains a lot and I effing LOVE THE RAIN. SO MUCH THAT IT REQUIRES CAPS. And three, I mean hello!? Edward lives there. (Yes, I just went there.)
(In all seriousness, if you ever hear of me making plans to visit the town of a FICTIONAL CHARACTER, please shoot me in the head immediately.)
(Wait. I take that back. Let’s face my pathetic reality. It could happen one day and I don’t want fear for my life adding to the excitement.)
Since I’ve apparently lost all control of this post, I’ll end it. (You’re welcome.) But, first, questions. Because I’m disturbingly curious about you.
Where do you think you belong? Do you live there now? Have you ever lived there? If you could change anything about where you currently live, what would it be?
Me? I’d do something about all this traffic. And all these people. Like… get rid of ’em. Seriously, there are way too many people here.