It's been eighteen and a half years since I moved to Los Angeles. I remember most of what happened down there like it was yesterday and I moved back to Northern CA nine and a half years ago. Granted, life up here is a lot quieter, more slowly paced and definately not as exciting; but come on... almost ten years! I still miss a lot about SoCal. There was ALWAYS something to do. Even at midnight on a weeknight you could find something going on within an hour's driving distance. Parties, casual gatherings, plays (or rehearsals for same), movies, dinners at diners or if you were in a contemplative (read: romantic) mood - there was always a walk on the beach.
Of course, I wasn't usually out at midnight. I stayed busy enough during the daytime.
I wonder now how I survived. Life as a speeding bullet; yeah, that's the way to live!! I guess I'm getting old: now just give me a quiet morning walk in a green meadow along a brook lined with spring flowers. I'll gladly substitute birdsong for honking horns and screaming sirens any day!
