Posted on May 7, 2009
TASTY WAVES, A COOL BUZZ AND I’M FINE
“I couldn’t leave BC, let alone the West Coast,” has always been my response whenever someone has asked me where I’d move if I could move anywhere. Except, however, that isn’t entirely true. Much like the Crocodile Dundee movies instilled an insatiable thirst for New York City in me from a young age, the same can be said of Southern California thanks to countless other movies from the 80s.
There’s something almost quaint about SoCal that I can’t quite put my manicured finger on…
Photo: LA Wad on Flickr
Maybe it’s the idea of living in a town that begins with San or Santa or Los. Maybe it’s because I want to wear my flip flops to the Circle K in the evening for a slushy. Maybe I wish I could have written my SATs… just out of curiosity.
Photo: Bisayan lady on Flickr
I think there was something about the adolescences of Brad and Stacy, of Bill and Ted, of Hannah Nefler and so many more that I have always found enviable. Don’t get me wrong because growing up in Comox was an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything, but it’s California. CALIFORNIA! (“Califorrrrrrnia“)
Photo: www.YoVenice.com on Flickr
I won’t lie… there are moments I feel like packing up, blindly heading south and setting up a new life amongst the palm trees and sunshine and bikinis and rollerskates and starry eyes and Spanish deco-inspired neighbourhoods. Oops… make that “neighborhoods,” right?
I think Jordy and I would fit in just fine down there…
(Plus, it appears the Bay Market sells ice cream!)