Lately I've been dreaming of the west coast. I don't know how the idea of California wormed it's way into my frontal lobe exactly, but somehow visions of the Pacific Ocean are dancing about my subconscious mind and I wonder if it would be so bad out there.
I love NYC. I've always loved the fast paced; almost frantic, lifestyle associated with living in NYC, but it's a codependent kind of love. New York is kind of like the sleazy boyfriend, who never has a job, and doesn't treat you that well, but somehow you stay with him, because well he just seems so damn cool. I've never really imagined myself being able to live anywhere else.
But I wonder. What would it be like to trade one coast for the other. The west coast and all it's sun. The west cost with it's laid back attitude. Road trips to Vegas. not the Jersey shore. It's just a mole hill of an idea that's slowly building itself into a mountain.
I'm feeling restless I guess. But what if?
My cousin moved out to L.A. last year. She loves it. I know she wouldn't mind if I invited myself for a little extended visit.
And why not? Trust me I've seriously tried to come up with a good reason why not while appeasing curmudgeonly callers at work. I have this little fantasy of quitting my job a la the scene from half baked one day:
"fuck you, fuck you, Tony(the maintenance man) you're cool, fuck you, I quit." and walking out with my head-set still on.,
Okay maybe I wouldn't do anything quite so dramatic, (maybe). but maybe I would like California. Any state that would elect the terminator to office can't be that bad, right? I mean he sure did right by John Connor. Go see how the other side of the country lives. Go appease my visions, and get this goddamn Mama and Papa's song out of my head. I don't even like the damn song!
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