Not Here
It's really amazing to me just how much I do not fit in here. I've been called 'New Yorker' by at least three complete strangers (including one actual New Yorker), and the more I look around, the more I see just how much I have never been at home in this bizarre little burg. Everyone walks so slowly, drives so slowly, is way, WAY too nice; generally, everything in California with the exception of SF runs so slowly that I don't know how anyone ever gets anything done. And in spite of the pace and the suffocating atmosphere, things are only slightly less expensive. So really, there is no gain.
I miss being in the fast, loud Land of Absolutes. I miss being the the Land of Mass Transit. I miss being in the Land Where I Don't Have to Be So Fucking Nice All the Time. I miss Home.
I miss being in the fast, loud Land of Absolutes. I miss being the the Land of Mass Transit. I miss being in the Land Where I Don't Have to Be So Fucking Nice All the Time. I miss Home.