City Schmity

This was previously an unpublished blogpost because it's so negative. But now that I don't live in the city anymore, I can share it!

I've been in California for one year. And I hate it. I never considered myself a city person, but that was before I lived in a city. So that was just conjecture. But now I know for sure. So much so, that if Los Angeles fell into the ocean tomorrow, I would throw a party.

Living in the city has given me a case of agoraphobia. I don't like taking my dog to pee and having to wade through an array of strangers several times a day. I don't like having to budget an extra 30-60 minutes for traffic when making a "quick" run to the grocery store a few miles down the road. I don't like having to circle the block five times looking for a parking spot, only to come back to my car an hour later to find a ticket waving at me from my windshield because the sign that said "no parking EVER OR ELSE" was a lot harder to read than the "parking allowed forever and always" signs lining the rest of the street.

And then there's the cost of living. OUCH! People need to sell a kidney just to survive around here. The part that really kills me is that I know we're just paying for location - a location that I despise. Talk about adding insult to injury.

When I look out of my window, I see houses, palm trees, AND THE MALL. That is not pretty to me. And when I go to bed at night with the window open so I can enjoy the cool air sweeping off of the ocean, I often have to get up and close it in the middle of the night to block out the sirens and the choppers.

I don’t just hate the city. I feel personally offended by it. I feel like it's taken something away from me, and I'm going to have to fight to get it back.