Los Angeles vs.:
There’s really no contest. At least, not for me.
Blue (thankfully) sunny skies, the smell of an unpolluted ocean, and clean, fresh air. I stopped during my run this morning to take the photo above. I’ll be moving here in about four weeks, and the visual landscape – a deer was trotting down the road as I made my way downtown – reminded me that I made the right decision.
However, my social circle will be shrinking down to almost nothing, so I’ll have to make some kind of attempt at meeting people so that I don’t become a social misfit. Well, okay…so that I don’t increase my misfitness. Or, I could go back to grunting as a means of communication. Maybe I’ll meet a nice caveboy and live an uncomplicated life with him, not with words, but with a lot of colorful gestures.
My plan is for this move to be my in-between place, to take stock and plan my next step. Think good thoughts for my sanity, as I will be *gulp* temporarily moving back in with my parents.
But, one thing at a time.
I still have to break up with work next week, which, once done, will make my leaving that much more real.