Still weird after all these years
I’ve lived in California for 10 years and I’m still not sure I’m used to it. But like others, I’m numb, and without seasons I never know how fast time is passing.
California is everything everyone told me it would be. “It will be hard to meet good people.” I wouldn’t say good, but genuine. I followed the rule taught to me by other transplants and just try to befriend midwesterners or other easties. The natives? They mean well. I’ve got a decade of dating material but I can’t say dating here is any harder than other cities. I just tried harder in California so my frustration was more documented. The good people are hard to find.
The weather in annoying predictable (LA Story) and great. I’ll give you that, California. But we all miss Fall. Switching from t-shirts to 3/4 length t-shirts isn’t a season. On the other hand, I’ve never owned so many open-toed shoes and flip flops. THAT is freeing along with rub-on tan. I wear pantyhose about once a year and that’s usually just to get laid. But I do miss LL Bean field jackets, leaves and cold Halloweens.
A Brooklyn friend and I came to the conclusion that you can’t help but eat healthy out here because there are no good bagels or pizza. With the year-round farmer’s markets and stick-thin blondes, you pay attention to food. Being able to be outside 12 months a year to exercise is an added bonus. Health is a focal point, whether it’s food or exercise.
So here I am 10 years later. A little bit healthier, a lot older, and less sarcastic/east coast hardened. Well, maybe.