San Diego is a weird little place. I'm not talking mere differences from the east coast, but things that make yah go hhhmmmm....did not expect that. The main thing that still freaks me out is all the white people. Nothing wrong with white people; I am one. I just never saw so many in one place. ... Going to the Gap, treating their pets like children, attending farmer's markets in droves.... Washington DC is a little more diverse. And living this close to Mexico, I did expect to see Mexicans.... I've seen two. I'm not even kidding - two Tijuana license plates since moving here. I've since learned that upon entering the US, Mexicans go to LA because it is larger and diverse (a.k.a. ...not so many white people). No one speaks Spanish here - not the way Spanish is required in South Florida (try ordering coffee in English in Miami...I dare you). I've seen a handful of African Americans. Apparently they live in LA as well. ....I mention the homogeneous factor, merely because it's completely. freaking. me. out.
I've previously mentioned that every female dresses like Charo (cuchi, cuchi!), but in addition to physical looks, everyone is also very brand conscious. I went on a friend-date recently and the woman actually asked me what brands I wore. I didn't even know any so that I could feebly attempt to appear cool in front of her. (Is Old Navy a brand?) Clothing, cars, implants...you name it, you will be judged on it.
But despite it all, I truly could not be happier. It's always sunny. It's always in the 70s. People are nice (unless they're in their cars. Then all bets are off.) Every time I drive past Miramar, Danger Zone begins to play in my head. I eat fish tacos at least three times a week. I can surf, hike, mountain bike or doing nothing at all - because, hey! tomorrow will be sunny as well. And, yes, Anchorman is a lot more accurate than I care to admit (there is a cat fashion show this week), but I realize that I'm not caring all that much. Few people read The Economist or listen to NPR, and no one is discussing who they work for or the best way to solve the national debt crisis. This was a fear I had before I moved - a lack of smart people discussing worthwhile issues. Now I see why...it's hard to focus on the serious when the beautiful (mountains, oceans and otherwise) is right in front of you. In DC, not too many beautiful days came my way, so I sat on a couch with a bottle (not a glass) of wine and debated what I could change -- because the weather I could not. Now that the weather has granted me my every desire, what do I care if we solve the national debt crisis? ...Because there is an entire ocean in front of me with the potential of fish tacos.
I've previously mentioned that every female dresses like Charo (cuchi, cuchi!), but in addition to physical looks, everyone is also very brand conscious. I went on a friend-date recently and the woman actually asked me what brands I wore. I didn't even know any so that I could feebly attempt to appear cool in front of her. (Is Old Navy a brand?) Clothing, cars, implants...you name it, you will be judged on it.
But despite it all, I truly could not be happier. It's always sunny. It's always in the 70s. People are nice (unless they're in their cars. Then all bets are off.) Every time I drive past Miramar, Danger Zone begins to play in my head. I eat fish tacos at least three times a week. I can surf, hike, mountain bike or doing nothing at all - because, hey! tomorrow will be sunny as well. And, yes, Anchorman is a lot more accurate than I care to admit (there is a cat fashion show this week), but I realize that I'm not caring all that much. Few people read The Economist or listen to NPR, and no one is discussing who they work for or the best way to solve the national debt crisis. This was a fear I had before I moved - a lack of smart people discussing worthwhile issues. Now I see why...it's hard to focus on the serious when the beautiful (mountains, oceans and otherwise) is right in front of you. In DC, not too many beautiful days came my way, so I sat on a couch with a bottle (not a glass) of wine and debated what I could change -- because the weather I could not. Now that the weather has granted me my every desire, what do I care if we solve the national debt crisis? ...Because there is an entire ocean in front of me with the potential of fish tacos.
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