Lately, all I can think about is that I wish I were in California. And I'll be visiting in a week, but that's not what I mean. I want to be living someplace that feels like home, not like some different culture where I'll never quite find my place, because that's how New England feels to me. It's been hot the past few days, but not that dry, desert heat that I associate with home. It's been warm but wet and rainy and it feels like there's nowhere fun to go, nothing fun to do. I take that back: there's lots fun to do right at home, but nowhere to go. I want to be where there are real malls and Targets and Gaps. Is that just superficial? Oh, let's not forget Trader Joe's and Mexican food. Really, is that asking too much? I''m tired, at least for now, of this sodden but oh-so-green summer. I want the desert. And I want to be with friends. And I want to feel like I'm a part of something larger than myself.
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Not to rub it in or nothin', but I was in so cal just this past weekend.
There were many Gaps, and Targets, and Mexican food.
Wait... no there wasn't. It was pretty overcast at the beach and I had italian. But oh well, the mountains were pretty!
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