Sometimes I feel like living in Southern California is like dating that popular guy in high school. You see him leading the teams to finals, wind in his blond hair, shiny white teeth smiling wide, and oh so adorable.
And by some odd chance he asks you out. You, the head of the photo club and improv troup. Him captain of the football, basketball, and soccer team... and voted best hair.
It's fun for awhile. The hype, the gossip, the semi popularity. But in your heart of hearts you know this isn't forever. He's a fun-for-now fling while that perfect fit waits somewhere out in the big world. Tall buildings, brooding skies, and wickedly smart sense of humor. A multi-cultured city. The tall dark and handsome guy who sips his earl grey while doing the New York Times crossword in pen.
But for now I take to the surf, wind in my own hair, and enjoy the ride....till hitting the sandy shore of a new land.
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