Just like L.A.

Today, at lunch, Doyle commented, "Just like L.A." Puzzled, I asked him what he meant. He pointed up and said, "All hazy like smog." I looked up, and realized, hey, he was right. His comment made me think of L.A. Sometimes I really miss L.A. It's said, people either love or hate L.A. I can't say I lurved L.A., but I did enjoy a lot living there.

I'm 2 months away from being here in the Bay Area for ten years. I was in L.A. for just over ten years. I've been here, in California, longer than any other state, but two decades? Good lord, that's a long time. Almost like this is where I'm going to be, where I'm staying. Honestly, it's a great place to be, even if it is as messed up as other places.

As much as I think I'd like to retire to a farm (well, actually, an apple orchard), I can't imagine being away from a metropolitan area. I like the ease of cultural exposure. I like the convenience of goods. I like access to educational opportunities. I don't like the people per se, but I do like having friends close.

Take for example, my journey to a craft store. Yes, the store prices were greater than a craft superstore like Michaels, but the selection was amazing. In this instance, I'll support the little guy, the family store. In a smaller town, I wouldn't be able to just head over. Internet ecommerce would be a godsend, but still, the waiting.

Eh, don't know. The Bay Area is pretty spectacular. Kris wants to be here, he loves it here. Will I ever convince him otherwise? Do I want to?